Wake me up early tomorrow,
Oh, my patient mother!
I will follow the road mound
Dear guest welcome.
Today I saw in the forest
Next wide wheels in the meadow.
Ruffled by the wind under the cloud tabernacles
Its golden arc.
At dawn tomorrow he will fly,
Month cap ducking under a bush,
And playful vzmahnet kobыlitsa
Above the plain red tail.
Wake me up early tomorrow,
Lit up in our front room light.
They say, I will soon
The famous Russian poet.
I will sing I love you and a guest,
our oven, cock and t ...
And my songs will spill
Milk your cows red.
