«You lost your Russia. 'Tis the end. / Did you oppose an element / Of bliss to one of evil and dark? / No? Then shut up! Missing the mark, / Your fate has sent you to a land / Cold, not affectionate, foreign, and / Your moans and sighs there in vain. / Russia 's not free. One...»
«Bliss is in the sparkles red, / Inspirations, flying and bright, / In our dreams, subtle and light, / In your eyes, tired and sad. Woe 's no faith, but reason, / Not to trust, but just to know, / Prophets, subject to derision, / And the search of bliss is a woe.»
«There 's evil in good and vice versa, / But people are neither that nor this. / They all are right, and even more so, / Not worth a curse, not worth a bliss. There is no Sweden or Japan, / But only people are around / Who under pale and crippled Sun / Are crawling on the s...»
«Wait for me and I'll be back. / Just wait for me so much! / Wait for me when sky turns black / And golden rains remain in touch. Wait when snow falls great, / And when it's too hot, / When others are by a twist of fate / In yesterday forgot. Wait, when there's no news / From faraway ...»