Under the blue sky of his native country
she languished, withered ...
introduced last, and right above me
Mlada shadow already flew;
But inaccessible trait among us have.
In vain feeling excited I:
Of indifferent mouth, I heard the news of death,
And I listened to her with indifference.
So whom I loved flame soul
With such heavy stresses,
With such nezhnoyu, lingering anguish,
With such insanity and anguish!
where flour, where is Love? Alas! in my soul
for poor, gullible shadows,
For the sweet memory irrevocable days
I do not find any tears, not a penny.
