About pity on me,
comrades, friends!
beauty Delete
In the end I was exhausted.
Hourly I miss,
Bitter my destiny,
Carry circular railway,
Open cellars.
There, there is stored in ice
Bottles proud system,
And Porter lurks
a barrel Discharge.
we Lieber, stuttering,
To him will show the way, —
Come all, reeling,
Under barrels sleep!
They consolation heart,
Award for singers,
And the pangs of love oblivion,
And the heat of my poems.
