A spring came,
Rooks arrived.
you sit at a window,
As usual you one

it is not necessary of tears native,
I will not return, you know -
Not leu vainly tears you it.
In fact in life all is perfect -
And only war of ужасна-
And know - I in the world am not present already in living.

пс: invented once in childhood under a guitar... though and sad - but let even here saved on memory