Flowers speak to me - goodbye,
Heads leaning below,
What I do not ever see
Her face and fold edge.
darling, Well, well! Well, well!
I saw them, and saw the land,
And this deathly shiver
How to caress a new object.
And that's why, I learned that
All life, passing by with a smile, –
I say to every moment,
That everything repeatable.
Does not it matter - come another,
The sadness of the past are not sglozhet,
Left and expensive
The visitor will combine the best song.
AND, heeding the song in silence,
Favorite another favorite,
May be, remember me
How about a flower unique.
27 October 1925
