Let the month shine - the night is dark.
Let life brings happiness to people -
In my heart love spring
Do not replace the bad weather stormy.
The night stretched over me
And he answers dead eyes
On the dim eyes of the soul sick,
bathed sharp, sweet poison.
And in vain, passion zataya,
The cold mist peredrassvetnoy
I wander among the crowd
With only one dumoyu cherished:
Let the month shine - the night is dark.
Let life brings people happiness, –
In my heart love spring
Do not replace the bad weather stormy.
January 1898. St. Petersburg
