Taut guitar strings,
heart waits.
Just touch his young voice -
sings!
And the old man in front of the choir
Already stamped his foot.
Anneal my voice, eye,
Ksenia, sing!
And guttural sounds
rushed,
Like in sérebre brown hands
twined…
Raving madness and passion,
Brad love…
impossible happiness!
On! caught!
19 December 1913
