я прошу огромного прощения даже за попытку, но вот...

I do not regret and ask for marvels,
Life will fade like apple trees in bloom
Being siezed with golden foliage dancing
I will not be joyful,young and boon!..

Oh, my heart, you can't be free and ardent
Being frozen with the autumn winds,
And the country of the snow-white birches
Can not make me to revive my dreams!..

Spirit of the wanderers and hobos,
You begin forgetting soul of mine...
Where's now my lost and squandered freshness,
Floods of feelings and my glances shine!..

Now I'm sad and stingy in my wishes,
In my dreams I watch my fortune's course,
And it seems to me that in the morning
I am galloping a pinky, graceful horse!..