What sad eyes! What gray eyes! Perhaps, he has told you , What you - not the first with him? Your raincoat is wet from rain , And your curly hair is wet. How he could offend you - You are so proud! But the leaves of lindens and poplars, Are flying as thoughts, And a rain - A gray sparrow Kisses the pools. The happiness has gone away, And will not return any more. No! You must believe: and in your life will be sun again!