Hello, March morning

Hello, March morning!
Hello, snowy Siberia!
Rushed in the sky cool
gilded breadth.

The sun was lost somewhere
among the cloud.
Only birches smiled
with the warmth of their trunks.

The snow shroud deepened
into a blue-looking distance.
I dreamed the day before
as if a mistral was blowing here.

As if the snow had already melted,
exposing patches of grass.
As if everything remained in the past,
from the reign of winter.