Solveig! ABOUT, Solveig! ABOUT, Sun way!
Let me breathe, refresh my chest!
In dark failures, where breathing storm,
I see green evil eye.
Do you see you, il old-owl?
Whose words are heard in the darkness?
Whose dazzling coat on the fly
The path opens up to your height?
I know - in the mountains singing the horns,
Will your blooming meadows.
Let rest on a ledge of rock!
Give it to split the mirror haze!
Shaggy to Trolls, vizzha,
have broken down, like torrents of rain,
To over bathed soul in the sky
Golden Day I was vseradosten!
December 1906
