Well, goodbye brother Mart

Well, goodbye, Brother Mart! -- Leaving,
leaving a snowy edge?
Maybe someday, remember,
how we were friends. --Goodbye!

Leaving the breadth of Siberia,
drowned in the snow
you dissolve in the air,
like decaying light dust.

Wild land, stuck in the snow,
will vegetate for a long time.
Brother April will not be able to
tear from sorrows.

The blanket will melt
ever-memorable winter.
The sun clearly affected,
influenced by spring.