Yesterday I heard a song from the sea
And the waves lapping on the southern Breg,
Soul, in disarray songs echoing,
By noon sent running.
So - can not be searched,
And only far vvecheru
Consciousness later unraveled
Waves melodious game.
But again before the evening light
It hurts from the bottom
And in the twilight feels warmed by
songs and wave the puzzle.
19 Martha 1901