WHEN SPRING COMES
Hope of my heart, love, wishes,
Star of my fate, decoration of life,
Bud flower of my each new year,
Is considered as holy when spring comes.
I told you yesterday, youth
Always purled and raging, mountain river!
Or to tell that my day, morning.
Mountain River that sometimes rested and kept silence!
Waters at my around along the roads,
Bunch of willows stood in a row.
Sleeping in your cool shade to satiety.
Let me to fall in world of dream!
You were very little then.
Your praise was everywhere, plane!
"Proud" to beauty and “smart” in height.
Every passer-by used to tell you, plane
It is autumn, again skies.
Has been covered with dark clouds
To white-haired mountains, sunny lowland.
Mist has dropped its mournful blanket.
When my heart becoming sad sometimes
Forests come to my help.
When birds gathered at the breast.
Forests pull me to them….
Your precipice mountains are a place of plain.
It is a place of rest of the eagle,
Its is place of walking of deer, roe,
Grandiose, slender Durja pasture
You are decoration to my wide steppes.
My mountains with magnificent name!
My mother land needs you,
My powerful mountains since ever!