Elena Genrikhovna Guro. (№ 269135)

Above us, frachnyh, corset, starch,
you sang the song of the Motherland.
You're one of us, frachnyh, corset,
coaxed the air is frosty homeland.
Here from the naked neck girls
came out of the lake, salute with frost.
That red ear men
he released the cloud and part of the forest
and the woman was released from the head of the pine,
and I the road and the guy in the boots.
Came moss from bogs and frost.
Flew in the snow the wood-sledge - Ah-on!
Flew Celina - Oh-na!
Through the bumpy rode - Ah-on!
To the tune of "Alae'itke, instead"!
"Don't cry, mother."