You can of green grass
The whole church to circumvent,
And sit on the porch zamshenoy,
And lace weave.
You can omit the eyelashes,
When I walk,
Improve blouse calico,
When I see.
Your eyes are still innocent,
As little flowers blue,
These braids are too long
To cap the city.
But you walk with a red bow
And semyachki luschish,
Telegrapher with yellow piping
bouquet darysh.
And so - you'll be glad
Through the wet grass
Come into someone else's garden fog,
When I call.
October 1906
