Without me b your dreams fly away
In bezzhelanno-misty heights,
You vospomni evening gave,
In a quiet tower, child, knock.
I live on the land gear,
Dinner in Maugham Tere.
Income, I will refresh you,
Sweet, sweet, you embrace.
I walked in the snow without a refund,
But, cold vortex spinning,
On the dash firing sunset
I inscribed the name, child…
August 1902
