After rough adventures Pushkin has found his way home The children celebrate with him his happy new life By crowning their purring prince with vines and flowers And he is pleased to accept their adoration and love
Too soon children must leave their merriments And rebuild civilization among the wreckages In a time of hatreds and ideologies When all seem to have forgotten the way to Jerusalem
And so for now
May children enjoy the springtime of their lives For they (and the cat) remind us of our appointed path