Leяt me go, my dearest mother,
Let go without quarrel!
I am not field grass, I neither -
I grew up by the sea shore.
Not about small fisher\'s boat sail
I dream of ship frigate.
Drearily! in this life is sluggish in vain
The days go without dates.
Here, as in a cage, I’m locked now;
Deep dream all around
Let me go, dear mother mine
To the wide open ground.
Where yourself dissect the waves
With whitish your breasts
Where I saw you proud, brave,
Full with excess blessedness.
You are not with a victory song
Arrived at the sea coast,
But an hour in your poor life
Knew the triumph at least
I may break with grief and lament
Don’t feel sorry for t’daughter!
If it grows near the sea segment
Will not be saved the flower
Does not matter! Today’s happiness.
Morrow the storm will collapse.
Bad weather\'ll play merciless,
The wind from the sea back elapses,
In one day it’ll bring the sand ply
Over the coastal blossom
And forever will burry now…
Let me go, my light beam then.