Ophelia's song (1899 r)

Separated from cute virgin,
Friend, you swore to love me!..
Going to the edge of hateful,
Oath this store!..

There, happy for Denmark,
Your coast in the mist…
Val angry, talkative
Washes tears on a rock…

Cute soldier will not return,
All dressed in silver…
The tomb will rise up hard
Bow and black pen…