n. f
You lived many, I sang more…
You have experienced the life and grief,
Me invisible spirit flew,
Open the full sounds of the sea…
Your soul is already in chains;
She touched the whirlwind and the storm;
My - free: so thin dust
The wind rushes in Azure.
a friend of mine, I feel for a long time,
That life will soon affect me…
But the heart of the land of demolished
And never vstrepenetsya!
When the tire on the road
And the haze we disappear,
You relax me come,
And I - for you, welcome my friend!
Spring 1898
