The dead man goes to bed
On the white bed.
In the easy spinning
quiet storm.
Feather wind rushes
On the snowy bed.
Snowflakes easy fluff
where flies, where?
gone, years have passed,
forgive, immortal spirit,
Rebellious eyes and ears!
It is never…
And the rest, cute holiday
Easily clung to me.
And the air, free air
He sighed on the sheet.
forgive, winged spirit!
Alloy, immortal fuzz!
3 February 1909
