Bouquet of wild flowers

Wildflowers
In the sparkle of the lights, behind the mirrored glasses,
Expensive flowers bloom magnificently,
Their delicate smells are tender and sweet,
The leaves and stems are full of beauty.
They were raised in greenhouses with care,
They were brought from across the blue seas;
They are not afraid of cold blizzards,
Stormy thunderstorms and freshness of nights ...
There are modest in the fields of my homeland
Sisters and brothers of overseas flowers:
The fragrant spring has grown them
In the greenery of May forests and meadows.
They see not mirrored greenhouses,
And the sky is blue,
They see not the lights, but the mysterious
Eternal constellations pattern golden.
It blows from them bashful beauty,
They are dear to the heart and eyes
And they talk about long forgotten
Bright days.
I. Bunin