The quiet street: young leaves
Dark noise, leaning over the fence,
Houses – the COE… Brilliant children's eyes
We look upward, where the blue of the fading.
With a blunt face German words
We followed Fraulein repeat chorus,
And these air, zagrezivshy, wherein
The evening bell sings almost.
Sound steps distinctly and uniformly,
Die stille Strasse goodbye to the day
And peacefully asleep to the sound of trees. Right.
We are on the road again and again sigh
About her, Moscow lost in the boundless,
And whose name, it remains a mystery.
*quiet street (it.).