My sick harmony
receive, in the heart shorony,
Remind sacred music,
Remind me the old days.
ABOUT, know, what am I, former singer,
From morning till night, only you
Composed hymns of good
To spite the changing fate.
I break my harmony,
May be, order your soul,
But the songs I puts the soul,
And why you pity!
Your soul and life years,
May be, scrapped soon,
My Well-weathered a storm
I cherished: they are durable.
So give me the love free,
Do not forsake and do not drive!
Be a star guiding me
And relive the old days!
16 July 1899
