My Song By Vasily Bargachan Poem by Yuri Starostin

My song
Not a snowstorm over the lake torn on
And not a thunder peals deafs up, -
A sled uncapable roar splash
By a snow powder on a crust.
No, not the wind whistle despaired
Them to catch up and to get in a trouble, -
To the beat of a blizzard song, swinging
My sled creaks on the go.
Not a blizzard pranks behind -
This is a sadness of my previous thoughts,
Trailing late in the snow expanses,
Losing a track, whimpers.
Well, my song, you hear,
Ahead the trail on,
Send to meet it yours greeting, people,
Now let it yours will.