And I was once crowned with flowers
And I have composed the stanzas - poets.
nineteenth year, you forgot, I'm a woman ...
I myself had forgotten about it!
Tell my name - and at once, as in a mirror
…………………………………………………………………….
And hanging over me, both on an abandoned church,
Sigh of regret fruitless.
So, ...... in Moscow Buried,
Thin watch with a smile,
Like me - even you, that ohazhival three years! —
I learned to bypass the bottom panel.
