There monofilament, for Middle Valley,
Where to have fun during the light jets,
Mlada [Edwin] goodbye there with Alina;
I heard their last kiss.
The moon rose - Alina was sitting there,
And her breathing painful breasts.
Dawn is breaking - Alina everything looked
[Through] white steam on deserted road.
There creek, under the willow farewell,
Neighboring villages shepherd its kind,
When the creek Bagpipe sad
In the midday heat, he summoned the flock.
Last year - the other half too;
And I see - is far Edwin.
He was grieving to the Dubrava after Valley,
where fun <теченье светлых> waters.
Looks Edwin - [under the willow], where with a sweet
he forgives, stands the holy monk,
Given up on by a new tomb,
And on the cross, the crown of roses zavyalyh.
And in her soul suddenly hesitating from fear.
[Who is hidden?] - he reads the inscription
Head of wilted ... fell at the feet of the monk,
And I heard his last groan ...
