Do not ask, for what dull Duma
Among the fun I often omrachen,
For all lift up than look glum,
For what is not nice to me sweet life dream;
Do not ask, kiss the ground for what the soul
I fell out of love gay love
И никого не называю милой —
Who once loved, I do not fall in love again;
Who knew happiness, I do not know happiness.
For a brief moment the bliss given to us:
from youth, from neg and voluptuousness
Remain despondent one ...