On the Swings in the Foliage I Soar to the Sky (перевод "На качелях качаясь, взмываешь в листву" Корнеевой Е.А.))

On the swings in the foliage I soar to the sky

Wind has blown evening freshness, lime trees sweetly blow.

I can’t wait to discover the aim of my life,

And what for tender light from my soul gently flows.

I forget about age, childhood runs in my veins,

All ideas are real, when they come to kids’ mind.

Like a wingless earth angel, I look at the plain,

As the first streaks of faith rise above in the skyline!

I am dreaming for people who can not believe.

They grew up very fast, blind with doubts and distrust.

On the swings I am flying to emerald leaves,

And my love speaks in poems with every heart thrust.