I walked down the country road in silence,
And it was empty and long.
Just struck harmonica that there is urine,
And silence spread her hands.

And this is a wedding, a wedding,
the wedding sang and danced,
And the wings of this wedding carried in the distance.
Wide this wedding
there was little space
And there was little heaven and earth.

To the floods of the village orchestra
Curled breeze behind the veil.
The groom was very serious, and the bride
Dazzlingly young.


That triple rushed loudly and winged,
And the breath of spring came from them.
And I walked, completely unmarried,
And regretted that I'm not the groom.