And life, and death, I know, I am equal.
comes the storm, shine away summer lightning,
blackens night, - And the old songs,
Still, - dumb stories.
I know - Forest night far from me round the
Thoughtfully stretched its silent vaults,
Nowhere living soul, or shelter, no fire, –
One silent nature…
And what? My soul then just sing anthem;
I do not care, - Do push the robber
Bushes near the moody black vault,
Ile to the cemetery will rise deceased
Wander through the villages, nosya with a fear…
My whole melts into further soul songs,
And then I read the stars in the night
My fate and the sad story of days…
14 July 1899
