The night wore warm island.
The moon rose. Spring return.
bright sadness. My soul alive.
And the eternal cold Neva
At the feet severely swayed.
You, happiness! You, the joy of old age!
Spring of my distant dreams!
Year after year… All sharper dark trail,
And there, where I shined once light,
All the thick darkness… In the darkness - alone -
I go - I go - the soul is alive again,
Again spring wore island.
