At eighteen years by Vasily Zastrozhny

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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