moon stood behind the lake
And it seems otvorennym window
In prytyhshyy, brightly lit house,
Where something bad happened.
Do the dead host brought,
The hostess there with her lover fled,
Or a little girl lost
I bašmačok the institutions find
With the land is not visible. terrible trouble
feeling, we just stopped talking.
Memorial filinы Critchley,
And the sultry wind went wild in the garden.