The lark
Aleksandr Yegorovich Varlamov
Between the sky and the earth
A song is heard
An unending stream of sound
Pours louder, louder.
Unseen is the singer in the field
Where sings so loudly
Above his mate
The sonorous skylark.
The wind carries the song,
To whom, it does not know.
She to whom it is sung,
She will understand who it is from.
Pour on, my song
Of sweet hope
Someone remembers me
And sighs furtively.