How often cry - you and I -
Over his miserable life!
ABOUT, if you only knew, friends,
Cold and darkness coming days!
Now you're cute hand harvest,
Play with it, in jest,
And you cry, seeing false,
Or in his hand a favorite knife,
Child, child!
Lies and deceit are no measures,
And death - far.
All will be black and terrible light,
And all the crazy whirlwind of planets
another century, century!
And last century, more terrible than all,
We see you and I:
All heaven hide heinous sin,
On all lips harden laughter,
melancholy of nothingness…
spring, child, will you wait -
Spring deceive.
You will be the sun in the sky to call -
The sun will not rise.
And cry, when you start to cry,
Like a stone, sink…
Be Well satisfied with his life,
meek, below the grass!
ABOUT, if you know b, children, you,
Cold and darkness coming days!
6 June 1910 – 27 February 1914
