Hanging over the city worldwide,
The last dust sharpened,
Even the monarch in the morning lirnom
Autocratic tends to sleep.
And the regal ancestor-iron
Still raves on the serpent,
And the voice of the mob polychord
Still no power on the Neva.
Already at the flags blowing houses,
New chicks are ready,
But quiet Neva water jet,
And the blind dark palaces.
AND, if the face of freedom is revealed,
That first revealed the face of the snake,
And none of the joint is not compressed
Lighteneth scale rings.
18 October 1905
