I
Bay slashed low coast,
All sails escaped into the sea,
I dried the salt plait
A mile away from the earth on a flat stone.
Me sailed green fish,
I flew to the white gull,
I was daring, wicked and fun
It is not known, it is - happiness.
The sand buries yellow dress,
To wind blew, not claimed the tramp,
And he swam far out to sea,
on the dark, warm waves of lay.
when returning, Lighthouse in the east
Already shone variable light,
And I'm a monk at the gate of Chersonesos
Spoke: "What you wander at night?»