Lean, the moon, over the humpbacked stic.
Over the madness of black water,
Come in, spring, goodbye to say goodbye -
It’s hard to die young.
Come in, spring,
Sit an hour
Sounds, string,
Cool the temple.
I would be from the steam down
Yes, the cliff is high.
There are neither peaceful Niv, nor trophies of war,
The asfodel blooms lazily here,
And the bird's wedge orpheev flies in the darkness,
Reflected in standing water.
Ah, wherever you throw
Everywhere bird wedge
Like me pupils
The razor was cut.
They took care of me
Not saved.
So the day has passed, here is a century, and more -
Time for collecting stones and shadows ...
Look at us, nameless God,
Look around and leave in silence.
Look back in response
Where are you, there is light,
Where we are in the grass
There is no trace.
I'm a little a little
I was - and no.
