I died. I fell from the wound.
And friends are covered with a shield.
May be, will caravans,
And counselor trample horse.
So I lay for three days without motion
And I will call upon the sand: «choke!..»
But the body stores of corruption gavest
Reddish coal soul.
On the fourth day I will rise,
Raising glowing shield,
Sand aggravating his wound
And I will come to the hermit in the hermitage.
of breast, burnt sands,
From pay, in dust and blood,
Nehoduya, flame will break
beginningless, live love.
