silent, how old, hiding the light, –
I do not expect the early mysteries.
My question - one answer:
Search for a star.
I do not expect the early mysteries, believe me,
They did not ascend to me.
Closed the door in front of me
The mysterious shelter.
In front of me - a severe fever
Emotional tears and misery,
And the fire on my soul -
One, one answer.
silent, how old, - I uslezhu
Sunrise my stars,
but heart, serdcu point
I later mysteries traces.
But first the mysteries of your spring
Another light dream.
Merge our two waves
In the crucible of the recent troubles.
18 December 1901
