We are everywhere. We are nowhere. Come on,
And the winter winds greet us.
In the Church and in the twilight, and day
Sings and blows out the candles.
And often, it seems - the distance,
In the dark walls, at the turn,
Where we sang and marched,
Still sings and walks Someone.
On a winter wind, I look:
I'm afraid to go deep and understand.
Bledneю. I am waiting for. But do not tell,
This is time to move.
I know all. But we - together.
Now there can be no question,
That we are not alone here we go,
What Someone blows out the candles.
5 December 1902
