I nestled up to the time in the aisle,
But growing great wings.
The hour will come - will disappear the thought of the body,
It becomes transparent and clear heights.
so bright, in a day of fun meeting,
So prozrachna, How's your dream.
You'll hear the sweet voice,
New force will blossom mouth.
You and I did not have time to climb, –
I fired up my heavy shield.
Let now in the fatal chapel,
lonely, heart burn down.
New shield I raise to meet,
I lift up the living heart again.
You'll hear the sweet voice,
You responded to my love.
The hour will come - in the cold myatel
Dahl Spring glance, merry.
I nestled up to the time in the aisle.
But grow vsemoschnye wing.
29 January 1902
