Here I am happy and silly,
Garden; and windows are white,
Red swan of sunset is swimming
quietly on pond in delight.
How do you do, golden silence,
Birch puts on water its shade,
Jackdaws on roof without guidance
have their vesper. It's great.
Somewhere behind the garden,
Here where the guelder rose blooms,
Girl in white's tender, she's lantern,
She sings tender song among fumes.
Night chill fell down and it's napping
spreading with blue robe on field,
Here I am silly and happy,
Fresh rosy cheeks cannot wilt.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Sergey Yesenin. 1918
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