Poetry

Pines

(Machine translation - Google)
I love pine forest,
And the smell of pine and resin...
Once again, the clouds rush in barrels -
Lead to the winds of the conversation!

I love to wander barefoot
For the gold cone,
Needles sand,
Inhale fire smoke pleasant...
I love, lifting his eyes,
Drawn up, where the light...
Where pine heaven
His tacit send greetings!