I put my ear to the ground.
I cry of flour will not break.
You're too hoarse groan soul
Tomish immortal in the mist!
Hey, Arise, and sunbathing and burn!
Hey, lift his trusty hammer,
To live lightning split
It was darkness, where I can not see any DIG!
are you playing, underground mole!
I can hear the hard, hoarse voice…
not medley. remember: weak ear
Under their ax falls…
As grain, evil earth swarm
And coming to light. know:
Their random victory
Roitsâ dusk grobovoj.
Cherish, leg, tai tu new,
Spring will take place - on this novyu,
Vspoennaya thy blood,
Mature new love.
3 June 1907
