ABOUT, Yes, love free, like a bird,
Yes, does not matter, - I am yours!
Yes, still I will dream
your camp, your fire!
Yes, in the predatory power of beautiful hands,
In the eyes, where sadness varied,
All delirium my passions vain,
my nights, Carmen!
I'll sing you, I heaven
Your voice will give!
As Fr., It is finished I will perform
For your fire - the stars!
You will rise like a stormy wave
In the river of my poems,
And I never wash my hands,
Carmen, your perfume…
And in the still night, as a flame,
Sverknuvshee of the moment,
I will flash white teeth
Your persistent face.
Yes, I am haunted by the hope of a sweet,
What you, in a foreign country,
What you, someday, furtively
Thoughts about me…
During the storm of life, for concern,
For the sadness of all changes, –
Let this thought appear strong,
Simple and white, the road,
As long journey, Carmen!
28 Martha 1914
