Evening light Zautra again
In the radiance of the day I will spill.
His prophetic word
It finds an echo in the old days.
The old slave in the halls clear
Finds signs of shadows
Victorious and beautiful
In the greatness of kings.
19 Martha 1901
Evening light Zautra again
In the radiance of the day I will spill.
His prophetic word
It finds an echo in the old days.
The old slave in the halls clear
Finds signs of shadows
Victorious and beautiful
In the greatness of kings.
19 Martha 1901
