尘土的小径通向森林深处……尘土的小径通向森林深处,四周寂静而又空旷。故乡,流淌着丰足的泪水,她睡着,在梦中,像无力的女奴,等待着未经体验的痛苦。看这白桦哭泣着开始发抖有时还会突然地战栗,阴影覆盖散乱的道路:是什么在爬动,行走如雾,是什么引起这种恐惧……带着骄傲的风 The path of the dust leads to the depths of the forest ... The dusty path leads to the depths of the forest, surrounded by silence and openness. Hometown, flowing with plenty of tears, she fell asleep, in a dream, like a weak slave, waiting for the pain of untreated. Look at the birch crying and starting to tremble sometimes trembles suddenly, the shadow covers the scattered road: what is creeping, walking like a fog, what arouses this fear ... with a proud wind