Everything is running, we stay,
Verviers night vem ends,
Zapletaem, raspletaem ·
White lily of the valley crowns.
All spinning, sharp-horned
Month squints at the top.
we, your count all the roads,
Morning rooster believe.
That is - from the cell Eternal Spinners
Kazhut yarn path of the sun.
In the morning the monks agree,
Robe covering the chest.
- whether whole night praying in niches?
All night there flowed works?
- Not, father, on light roofs
We are waiting for the Morning Star.
we were silent, sorcery,
H Bocelli, she blossomed,
We grieved over the spinning wheel
At night, when the star spinning.
September 1904
