The Cry Has Rolled Over Tayga By Vasily Bargachan Poem by Yuri Starostin

The cry has rolled over tayga,
But go on has a joy around:
Go on that morning, as you're born,
The happiness habit in the quiet house.
I felt me is adult:
On the world by a new I look.
With you, go on by the fate I sent
I'm more confident in life come in.

Let calls me the road
A tests I do not to fear:
At the native threshold
Always in my thoughts I was.

And the life, son, flowing so hard:
There are no a rolling roads.
You are to the test underlying
Get ready since the childhood, my son!
You give to the fight of the instate
All stock of the spiritual forces.
Not in vain the taiga in the hour of the birth
By the loud shout You has announced!