1
Again at that door
left horse
And down light pery
Covered with me,
And the profile of the former Mary
Lights on the side of the day.
Again zateplilas candles,
I decorate my housing,
Let them be the same speech
About volnoe live,
Your high shoulders,
my madness!
Latest passion rage,
In you have greatness:
pounding in your old age
And a death message…
ABOUT, mature passions rage,
You do not move the!
2
The groom to the last door
Conducted,
About unexpectedly lost
Pogrustiv,
Mary stood at the threshold,
Sad looks on the road,
Stars lit up early,
Mary looks up.
Out of that distant star,
Mary, sing.
Sing a lonely life
Prozhytoy…
Sing about, it has not been done,
Why from us, he was in a hurry
The stranger, quiet end,
The songs, Mary, recollect…
Softly sing the old door,
Gentle song we believe,
Pogrustim with Tobo, Mary.
3
Spit Mary disbanded,
arms down,
tears Damage,
buried dreams.
And scattered sadness
pearls…
We firmly heart of Mary
verse…
We are sad about Mary and sing, –
And at the top, in the pond Thy,
quiet Lord,
And do not count light grew,
Do not braid braid yellow
morning clouds.
17 July 1908
