I went slowly mad
At the door of the, a thirst.
Spring day turns dark
And only stoked thirst.
I cried, passion Utomo,
And groans drowned sullenly.
already dvoilas, stirring,
madwoman, It hurts to think.
And enter into the silence
my soul, already mad,
And my spring floods
Waves black and silent.
Spring day turns dark,
Hladelo heart over the grave.
I went slowly mad,
I thought about the cold cute.
March 1902
