It should be a semi-circle of dawn.
Soon the sun does go away.
Look, dad, look,
What us the ship sails!
Brother, daughter, we'd better
Get away from the coast away…
Look: he carries on the waves
We light - dark night…
Not, dad, look once,
What it checkered flag!
Brother, his voice is high!
Brother, as a lighted beacon!
Daughter, the siren sings.
beware, let's go home…
Look: so the fog creeps:
The ship became completely blue…
But the daughter crying bitterly,
It beckons deep into the sea,
And he wants to embark swimming,
To dream turned into reality.
July 1905
