I am looking for lights - lights for free
In your black, Witching limit.
Between the dark and muddy creeks
Huge month blushed.
His double floats above the forest
And soon become gold.
Then - space swamp demons,
And water, and forests.
Fidgety devil eating tip
Pierce the heavenly gold,
How long will sing flute,
And the flock tinkle across the river…
And on the way, month and above,
And the stars fade in silver.
And quietly lit up the roof
At night the village, up.
Go, and are cold dew,
And silver for you,
Everything about you, raspletshey braids
For other secret, in the house.
Give me odorous, stuffy potions
And sweet poison zamorochitsya,
to, once bitten tvoyh gay,
Forever remember this night.
October 1906
