A lot I wanted to talk to you, –
Only it's better to keep silence.
If only I start my story, –
You would cry, right, not once…
It's too sad ran my days,
Too full of madness, they…
Only one thing I can not hide,
Only one thing I will not be silent;
So it's just scary sounds,
That inevitably hurts the soul:
Just happiness, happiness and energy
In it, that once I was passionately fond of…
If the word is now, at least one, –
Again I suffer forever destined!..
25 September 1899
