Sunset burned for the last time.
The light of day has gone down in the clouds,
And their edges in a farewell hour
Burning flame mighty.
And there, the unknown worlds,
Where the sky is dark and ominous,
Silent storm with a whirlwind came,
Sometimes shining apple of things.
Land numb waiting,
It has been a dull rumble,
And the trees carried the
Thunderstorm involuntary quivering.
Seemed, world - mining thunderstorms,
Zenica were opened fire,
And the night wind to us informed
For the first time - tears storm.
31 July 1899