I'm actually sad at the cemetery.
I looked around - naked
Holy death Ashes
And down surrounded by Lis.
And by the eternal nights
rural roads is,
According to her working wagon
occasionally knocks.
One plain right, left.
neither river, no hill, not dreva.
Here and there a little seen the bushes.
Silent stones and grave
And wooden crosses
Monotonous and dull.
