I look out the window: much goes out the sky,
Farewell beam onto the sky columns,
dome, on pipes and crosses
glitters, burning in the eyes of the deceived;
And the gloomy clouds of fiery edge
Are drawn in the sky, like a snake,
And the breeze, ran through the garden,
Care-soaked grass stalks ...
One between them, I noticed a flower,
As if Pearl, left the east,
He shakes water blistayuchi,
The head of its slopes, it costs,
As a girl in mourning fatal:
soul killed, the joy of the soul;
Though the tears pouring from fiery eyes,
But remembers everything about the beauty of his.
