The clouds float lazily and heavily
For znoyu blue sky.
my way is hard, far,
The motionless languor forest.
My horse got tired, snoring beneath me,
Once dear shelter?..
And there, long away, because of the forest thicket
A song sung.
And it seems: if the voice of silence,
It would be hard to breathe,
And the horse would, hrapya, on the way down,
And I could not have galloped!
The clouds float lazily and heavily,
The forest around the tired.
my way is hard, far,
But the song - my companion and friend.
27 February 1900
