Off the coast of native Gums

Dawn covered the tops of the forest,
Having printed crimson trace
Mist grey veil,
Fluffy threw away the blanket.

Serpentine path of happiness,
Takes away in the fabulousness of spring
Oh, right, a wonderful picture,
Off the coast of native Gums!

The flood of the river touched Breg
Leaving the meadows,knolls,
And ice floes are loose, from snow
They float like magic Islands.

Current, with a noisy wave
Someone's in a hurry, then, in the distance
And disappearing, behind the mountain
Swallows a gray veil.

The bushes in the depths of the drowned.
Are the trees naked
Muskrat red ducked,
Seeing a fisherman with an oar.

Evening plowing pulled,
Bowed heads oaks
From the hills, flooded, blown
Milk smell of willow.

Geese came from abroad,
Knowing the birthplace.
Sitting on the water-zagaldeli
Oh, a lot of them here, over a hundred.

Fire, along the shore, smelled
The ushytsya fish with pot
Saying goodbye, the sun sparkled,
Well, until morning, my river!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.