she sing or did not know how to cry,
She lived like a bird easy,
And, like a bird, a small body,
sigh, gave my Embrace.
But in the bitter hour of blissful impotence,
When body and soul are intertwined,
I felt like sprouting wings,
and starry cold flows along the back.
already breathing a premonition of separation,
in singsong, kolyhnuvshemsya garden,
I'm pretty helpless hands
All my life , like an apple, put.