Apollon Aleksandrovich Grigoryev. (№ 311136)

There's an old song, a sad song one
And under the firmament of the heaven has long distributed it.
And silly old song - she's tired for a long time,
That song always sung sad about one thing.
About how to love each other - man and wife,
About how dutifully indulged her.
How often she was breathing hard and hot
Head scaneaza quietly on his shoulder.
And as God's world wide they seemed together,
And how difficult it was to leave then.
As he said: "Let you love it -
You do not couple each other", and, "You are a strange woman!"
And as it died away exhausted, lonely,
And she pined, as plucked from the root flower.
That silly song I know it by heart
But you can hear it on soul of hopeless sadness.