Вот сверчок, вот стручок

This is cricket, here's a pod, that's my father's house,
Sings bow, sticks pod and grace Circle
Crimson glow wave sparkles from the river
Silent bow, cricket asleep, do not sleep only haulers.

Sleeps hamster hurry Vikings, boatswain blowing the horn,
Gay, Cossack, near the enemy biting his toes
The four steppe shepherd built a redoubt,
Away gendarmes fishermen lead to penal servitude,

Where my black horse, where my father's house?
Buzzing alarm, the battalion commander was killed, will leave his father's house.

Starlings strekochet glider just like warbler
Ripe garlic, slide the shuttle, running chipmunk,
That cliff overgrown with moss, the wounds are deep,
Passed love cliff fell, sobbing haulers ...