When I'm like an airy cloud,
Lovely and young, green and white,
You'll notice just looking out:
'Spring! Really? What a delight! '
When cherries become gaining weight
You'll open your window one day
And say: 'Summer's never too late.
It makes me so happy and gay! '
But time is too cruel and certain:
Wet desperate winds soon will blow
And colour my leaves like a curtain.
You'll smile: 'Missis Autumn, hello! '
I'm cold, and exhausted, and bare
For winter makes trees dead and brown.
And you think: 'It's quite useless there.
That cherry-tree must be cut down…'
Translated from Russian by Larisa Ladyka
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ingenious write, thanks for sharing