Already geese flew gene for Nebokray,
In the midst, blue and white, you are waiting for them.
Wait through the autumn haze, through the night-fog.
Wait and the sun will shine again to us.
At the time of farewell, my beloved,
Take the rose-ruzhu.
Star in the sky ablaze early,
Fire-fire last.
Crystal burn through the darkness of the night, as the sun Rozmai.
But the heart does not want to believe in yours, “Goodbye.“
Take Troas-ruzhu and visit our garden.
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