Last night I dreamed a dream. On the river bank with you stood,
And the maple tree rustled. You have something similar to a maple.
He was also proud and daring.
Heading to the maple, I looked at you so sadly,
From the eyes of your captivity, I could not tear myself away.
And flaunted next to the maple willow, she was so silent and sad.
Tears rolled down the branches. They looked like me.
But like maple and willow can not move!
With you, we are still as far away, tears rolled down my cheeks,
And fell on the mirror of the river.
I so want to see you sooner. Day and night I'm still thinking about how we'll meet soon and overcome this distance that separates us!
I want to meet with you with old age, so that with you then remember
How each other on the way met and how many had to walk.
I want to meet with you with old age, so that we do not have to part.
That in this half-century a little for the separation of the cause was not found.
I want to meet with you with old age, to drink tea with you in the morning,
Only with you to share all the joy and look at the stars at night.
To us with you always close and always, all the time along the way.
Compline your only look to me in others is not found.
You know, dear, very much I want to share with you always joy,
And therefore I'll whisper to you - I want to meet with you with old age.