You will dress me in silver,
AND, when I die,
Released last month - heavenly Piero,
Rise red clown on the Jurassic.
Dead helplessly month it,
Nobody discovered anything.
Just ask her friend - why
I used to love her?
In this furious daydream
I will overthrow the dead person.
And the clown scare the owl,
Zagremit under the mountain bells…
I know - his old wrinkled face
And in the earth's shameless nudity.
But the ominous dates frenzy -
to heaven, to the height, to clean.
14 May 1904