Song after N.A. Nekrasov

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.