In crowd, native of inspiration,
In the fog, fills the room,
Amid the glitter of fame, amid the excitement
I was waiting for the fatal moment…
But the same cold grave
I breathed Your mouth,
Like before, dying life force,
Love, hopes and dreams.
And I would like a blaze of glory
Kindle love in you for a moment,
As this stately old man
Yourself an idol is erected!..
