No, never my, and thou shalt not draw.
So that's what so attracted through the abyss sad years,
Through the abyss of empty days, whose burden is not izbudesh,
That's why I - your admirer and poet!
Here - a terrible seal exclusion of women's
For a marvelous charm - it's not comprehend the forces.
There - a wild fusion of worlds, where part of the universal soul
weeps, based luminaries harmony.
Here - my delight, my fear that night in a dark room!
here, poor, Why worry about you!
That's me with eyes so strangely accompanied,
Has not guessing, without knowing… not loving!
Law itself - flying, flying past you,
For other constellations, not knowing the orbits,
And this world is you - a red cloud of smoke,
Where something burns, poet, worries and burns!
And in the glow of it - your mad Mladost…
All - music and light: no happiness, no change…
One melody sound sadness and joy…
But I love you: I did this, Carmen.
31 Martha 1914