Stand Up, stand for the blue haze
green hills.
In grass, like before, daisies,
And someone's eyes at the gate ...
But this fairy tale heroine
April - not us!
You smiled at us, Maria,
(You smiled dreams!)
your face, prozrachnyei anyemony,
We remember in the flames of the crown ...
But this meeting extravaganza
The April - not for us!
