Do not sing you to me and sweet, and gently:
I long ago lost the connection with vale.
Sea soul - spacious and boundless,
perish song, in the vastness Delete.
Some words of songs without heart clear.
Only the truth of their heart protsvetesh.
And the songs sound - pesky and passionate -
Fraught with unseen lie.
My youthful enthusiasm thee also mocked,
Leave me - behind the mists.
embracing dreams, What I fanned,
understand itself, what lies ahead.
25 July 1901
