I have four walls - dead
Earthly concerns and needs.
And in the sky - a gold-embroidered
Pale blue outfit.
How sweet, and bright, and hurt,
My blue, brother far!
Soul in tears, - it is satisfied
And grateful for outfit.
She - the same pale blue
Could become, in the sky - you,
Not dejected travail
Spirit depth and height.
But also in the walls - my joy
Lazur your burn,
And to think, that reward close,
That I am to die…
And in the pale sky - low smoke
Bluish spirit of the singer
Mixed with you, birthmark,
In the bosom of the Father Stern.
October 1906
