let's go, I'm ready; wherever you, friends,
Where would neither heads to, ready for you I
throughout follow, arrogance ubegaya:
To the foot of Mademoiselle distant China wall,
In Paris kipyashtiy, Is there finally,
Where Tassa sings already night rower,
Where ancient cities under the ashes of the power nap,
Where fragrant cypress grove,
Overall I am ready. Let's go ... but, friends,
Tell: wandering if my passion dies?
I forget eh proud, excruciating maiden,
Or her feet, her young alike anger,
As a tribute to the familiar, I'll bring the love?
