🚧Alone in the heavens
Mihas BashlakovMihas Bashlakov на
Ведах беларускіх
Ведах беларускіх
Translated by
ALONE IN THE HEAVENS
O’er the river the moon Was rising in the grey dusk Above the hayfield the fog Drifted drowsily.
An old black boat
Lay getting cold in grass.
The day was tired of work — It was leaving slowly…
The dark night was ready To come to the meadow. But suddenly harsh crying Was heard in the sky: O’er Polesie a crane Was flying wailing alone,