Raspustilas` cheryomuxa v nashem sadu,
‎Na sireni czvety' blagovonny'e;
Zadremali derev`ya… Listy', kak v bredu,
‎S vetrom shepchutsya, slovno vlyublyonny'e.

A otlivy' zakata, aleya, gorya,
‎Sinevu uzh rumyanyat nebesnuyu:
Na vesnu naglyadet`sya ne mozhet zarya,
‎Zhal` pokinut` ej zemlyu chudesnuyu.

Napoyonny'j dushisty'm dy'xan`em beryoz,
‎Vozdux v yunuyu grud` tak i prositsya, —
I, volshebny'x, charuyushhix polnaya gryoz,
‎Daleko moya pesnya raznositsya!