Я - ей

I drifted snow, white mound piled up.
Between oak barrels me calm and warm.
Will lie so motionless, maybe a year, maybe two,
And the expansion will start to turn green grass.
Because I lie and dream winter evenings,
As grass sprout, blue cornflowers.
At the edge of the girl comes out of a flower leans,
Bones white see - for me to pray.
From flowers wreath sovet, they cover the head.
And I loved going through the forest oaks.
Before beloved come - because it will attract,
Immediately summon married, with all my heart pulled.
And to start the life they have, peaceful, comfortable.
Only in her chest illness lurks fierce.
Good to live together and because sadder
What is coming from it - sorrow and despair.
And then the end will come like deliverance,
And come to her turn to go into oblivion.
It will bring snow, white mound nametet.
Between the oak barrels it will find your peace.