这条河沿着无风的山谷匍匐前进，
看见山坡上房子的窗子...
好似在叶卡捷琳娜的时代，这位女皇，
我们等着庄稼，去做寂静的弥撒。
两天的分离足够了
金色的原野上驰骋着我们的宾客，
亲吻，上楼，接待处祖母的手，
而我们的嘴唇正走下楼梯。
The river crawls along the valley breathless,
Windows spot the house on the hill…
As if in times of Catherine, the empress,
We wait for crop and go to masses still.
Having sufficed the two-day separation,
Along the golden fields rides our guest,
Kisses, upstairs, grandma’s hand at reception,
And lips of mine while going down stairs.
