We went to the Lido in the hour of dawn
Under the network of fine rain.
You moved away, not giving an answer,
I fell asleep, I went down to the waves.
I am a light sleeper awake, rend rookie,
And I heard rhythmic lapping of the waves.
Attracted passionate trembling sounds,
The witch-bird love.
And Seagull Bird, Gull-Maid
All he fell and floated
In the waves of love melody,
Which you lived in me.
11 December 1903. St. Petersburg
