The Song About Fairy Flower By Mikhail Plyatskovsky

There is flower, it is scarlet flower, It is bright, it is flaming like dawn, It is miraculous with the sun power, It has name of the dream, it's alone. Maybe over the seventh pass, breathing of the wind will be so fresh and new as that miraculous and so missing most fairy flower, it's true. And we all have a wish in that being And no matter if path's steep and far to find miraculous beauteous seeing the most beauteous flower as star. With remembrance about jolly wonder And with stepping on this ringing dew People are looking for it, and the blunder often happens, and it is not new. P.S. This is my translation of poem by Mikhail Plyatskovsky