Где гнутся над омутом лозы, Где летнее солнце...

Where bend over the pool of vines
Where the summer sun bakes
Dragonflies fly and dance
A cheerful round dance.

“Child, come closer to us,
We will teach you to fly
Child, come on, come on,
Until mother woke up!

Blades of grass tremble beneath us
We feel so good and warm
We have turquoise backs,
And the wings are just glass!

We know the songs so much
We love you so long!
Look which coast is sloping
What a sandy bottom! ”

Alexey Tolstoy