On the day of the cold, in autumn day…

On the day of the cold, in autumn day
I'll be back there again
Remember this breath of spring,
See the last image.

I will come - and will not pay,
remembering, I do not get burned.
The meeting was a song at random
New autumn dawn.

Evil time laws
Lulled sorrowful spirit.
past the howling, old moans
Not hear - I went out.

Most fire - blind eyes
Do not burn the dream of former.
Very day - the dark night
lulling the soul.

27 April 1901. Field of the Old Village

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