You moved away, and I'm in the desert
To the sand hot pressed.
But now the proud words
Can not say a language.
About tom, what happened, not sparing the,
I understand your height:
Yes. You - a native of Galileo
I - nevoskresshemu Christ.
And let the other caresses you,
Let multiplies wild rumor:
Son of man does not know,
Where to lay his head of.
30 May 1907
