SON TROVA. Poems by Maria Cherkasova. 1971 I go alone through the frozen steppe To look for my former SON TRAVA in the forest. I will go under the empty birch trees, Dropping late foliage. There, where in the spring you rose in the morning, Gave me a fluffy SON TRAVA. The forest swung in the sparkling sea, And the camels sailed into the blue. You gave me joy and grief, A fluffy forest SON TRAVA. The forest swung in the sparkling sea, And the camels sailed into the blue. You gave me joy and grief, A fluffy forest SON TRAVA. But now my palms are warming up A fluffy FOREST SON TRAVA. But now my palms are warming up A fluffy FOREST SON TRAVA.
