The old year takes dreams
serene prosperity.
At the dawn of another spring
Desired response.
New Year came in the night
And spread the veil.
Someone's stolen rays,
Something sounded in the heart.
Old year goes away.
I nevnyatnoyu Plea,
wicked maiden, for you
I send the northern night.
Otumanyu passion dreams
serene prosperity.
The first day of your spring
Will the fiery summer…
25 December 1901
