Let organ voices strike up again,
As the first spring storm:
Because of your shoulder bride look
My half-closed eyes.
Seven days of love, seven terrible years of separation,
Война, rebellion, devastated house,
In the blood of the innocent little hands,
Gray strand of pink temple.
goodbye, goodbye, be happy, another fine,
I give you back your sweet vow,
But beware your friend passionate
Tell my fantastic delirium, –
Then it will penetrate the burning poison
your Gracious, your joyous union;
And I'm going to own a wonderful garden,
Where the rustle of grass and exclamations Muses.