Quote Originally Posted by vox05
not so much different to what translate.ru produce

The letter Itself will not go Anywhere, But put it in a box - It will run, Will fly by, Will float Thousand kilimeters of way.

And years pass, as songs,
I look at the world in other way,
The court yard it too narrow for me,
And I leave it.
I dont' ask neither honours nor riches
For long journeys
But a small court yard in Arbat
I carry away With myself.
Thank you. Beautiful letters.