It was wearing Carpathians,
It was in Bohemia far…
However, simple… me some
And it was terribly cold;
This is - I do not remember clearly,
This is - a random excerpt,
This - the life of the other me
The wind sang a plaintive…
trust, My friend, fairy tales: I'm used to
penetrate
In their wonderful language
And to comprehend
The scraps of words
misty course
other worlds,
And dark flight time
Follow,
And with the wind singing;
It is easier to live,
It is easier to endure life
And trust,
What dark thoughts rise
We will spread into eternity Bridge,
Hope and wait…
Wait, old friend, terpene, terpene,
endure long, sleep tight,
Does not matter, All will pass,
All the same, because no one will understand,
No you do not understand, neither me,
Neither the wind sings
Us, ringing…
October 1913
