Wind brought the memorythe strands of white cloudson the great meadow landwhere memorieswellspringflowing from the mountains highto the bottomdeep hea..
I do not wanttobe sadmyold age,orsimilar to theillnessof the soul,wherecompanion-lonelinesscruel,Allemotionscandrown.I wouldnotbein the clutches ofind..
Autumn on tiptoe walking through the park ...And Awayall their treasures in podarku ...He handed us bouquetscolorful leaves ...And sorrow turns intola..
PrayerAt the cemetery stands a monumentBeautiful and haughtyThis monument to the soldier,Who died on a warHis eyes are full of hopeTurned to the skyAt..