I wake up - and the field is foggy,
But from my tower - the sun will show.
And the awakening of my bezzhelanno,
Like a girl, which I serve.
When I'm in the twilight passed on the road,
I spotted in the window of the red light.
Pink girl stood on the doorstep
And she said to me, I'm handsome and tall.
In this my whole tale, kind people.
I do not need anything else from you:
I never dreamed of a miracle -
And you take it easy - and forget it.
2 May 1903