The pain goes away a little,
Do not put it navek.
It is the end of the rebel groans.
Wicked flour and anxiety
wins silence.
You closed his eyelids patients,
You do not expect - it came.
Here it is - with their crystal chimes
hopeful,
Bright circle looked around.
I hear you through the pain of torment,
Just another yours, old friend,
He touched the heart of a gentle violin?
Similarly, light dreams
Quick swarm suddenly domchalsya?
This is - an easy way of heaven,
This is - your sweet.
Lie down on your deathbed with a smile,
quiet dream, closing
Circle hateful life.
Stretch without desires,
smile forever.
That was the last time sailed
by, sleepily, like in fog,
People, building, like in fog…
that sounds, slightly disturbing
Light music of the earth,
sounded, descendants
Over the last world box
And in the other carried away…
Flattery, perfidy, glory, gold -
by, by, forever and ever…
Human stupidity -
All, that tormented once,
sometimes amused…
And again - deceit, glory,
gold, flattery, around the crown -
human stupidity,
irredeemable, stately,
infinite… Well, end?
Not… the woods yet, clearing,
and byways, and highways,
Our Russian road,
Our Russian fogs,
Our rustling in the oats…
And when all held by,
The disturbed land,
And, he loved you a lot,
Lead hand favorite
In Champs Elysees.
14 May 1914
