Dawn is a golden sky
And blue poplars,
The gates of Ereb have closed
The fields opened to the rays.
And the wind woke up in the field
And into the city like a sneak,
Because he's bored out in the wild
Obedient grasses to crush.
Here are the walls - a worthy challenge,
At least fly into the window
So that it would tear from the eaves
So that the geraniums would fall
And the panes of glass tinkled
And life as struggle and grace,
Greeted us in the morning...