I ve came with a smile to tell, that with bird s t

I've came with a smile to tell, that with bird’s trill
The spring forest's distributing, under fluffy cloud,
There the wave, with small ripple in sun shining,
River Sede-Yaha, down the slope is flashily silvering.

I will walk along the sandy whitning beaches,
Squinting softly in the warm bliss of dazzling sun,
I’ll weave a posy from happiness, ivan tea and daisies,
I’ll ask the reflection- Who is the nicer in the world?

Forest’s singing, tundra’s beautifying by lush colores
I’ve, enjoying, stopped a minute from my walking,
By the chirping the ringing air’s overflowing...
North, north, you are drawn with a painterly brush!