Beyond the river, beyond the forest
The sun is setting alone.
For some reason, my girl friends,
I can not sit still home.
Sweet languor, cherished stone,
Bird cherry blossoms...
Can you sit calm at your home
At eighteen years old?
Smallest stars like dewpins
Twinkle in the meadows.
The heart awaits something,
Beats, freezes as snow
Night rustles, insomnia,
Soft moonlight, breath short…
Golden dawns, harmonya -
Eighteen years be old.
A curly-haired boy fellow
Whispered three simple words
And led the girl by elbow
Away from her native porch.
Meadow mint scent
Has dropped its blossoms.
Youthful joy splashes
At eighteen years old.
Beyond the river, beyond the forests
The sun is setting alone.
For some reason, my girlfriends,
I can not sit still at home.
Bird cherry blossoms are falling
from the branches short…
It happens once in a lifetime
Eighteen years be old!
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