A.Pushkin, A Bird - Translation (Rus) - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
In the foreign land I use to stick to
The old custom of the place -
I let out a bird to freedom,
When it is a spring holiday.
I've got this day a consolation.
Why for I'd grumble at the God,
When to a creature I've presented
The gift of freedom ever forth.
Comments about A.Pushkin, A Bird - Translation (Rus) by Lyudmila Purgina
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You