Philosopher early, you run
Feasts and pleasures of life,
On the game you look mladosti
With the silence Frigid reproach.
You're cute fun light
On the sadness and boredom traded
And the lamp of Epictetus
Horatii golden phial.
Trust, my friend, she will come,
It's time to dull regrets,
Cold truth worries
And useless thoughts.
eves, pampering mortal children,
All ages gives toys:
Above the gray hairs do not rattle
Madness rezvыe hremushky.
Brother, Mladost comes again!
Call the sweet idleness
And winged love,
And winged hangover!
To the last drop of pleasure drink,
Live bespečen, indifferent!
Moment of life be obedient.
Whether young in your youth!
