Russ mine, my life, l together we suffer?
King, to Siberia, yes Ermak, yes prison!
Mother, it is time to part l, repent…
Freestyle heart what your darkness?
Whether she knew? Or do you believe in God?
What's hear one of your songs?
Chud nachudil, to measure found
Gatey, roads, Yes pillars milestones…
boats, Yes grads rivers minced you,
But before the Tsar grad shrines is not reached…
Sokolov, swans in the steppe dissolved you -
He rushed from the steppes of black mist…
For the Black Sea, for White Sea
The black night and white days
Wild looking face numb,
Eyes Tatarskii However lights…
quiet, long, red glow
Every night on becomes your…
What you looms, sleepy haze?
Free to play with my spirit?
28 February 1910
