In the sky - day, all nights superstitious,
I do not know, he - night or day.
On the face of a friend's evening
Golden vague shadow.
But these sleepy fisherman jet
I do not wake even flick the paddles…
Firing her kisses
tell me, that night - did not pass…
Gentle breeze blew our eyes…
If you can, Koster quell!
Put out by the crazy night
Raspylavshiysya coal soul!
October 1912
