Willow - a spring hoist,
And something we light sorry,
So - glimmer somewhere candle,
And my prayer is hot,
And I kiss you in the shoulder.
The ears of barley - field,
And leaping cry crane,
This means - I wait for the fence
Before sunset of hot day.
So - do you remember me.
Roses - scary to me the color of the roses,
It - red night your braid?
This is - the secret music changes?
This is - the heart of a prisoner of the Carmen?
30 Martha 1914
