There is something in it of beautiful beauty,

It does not speak with the senses - with the soul;
There is something in it during the autocratic heart
worldly love and worldly pleasures.

How sweet souls are memories

How cute the star light of your house,
Some interesting charms
To his feet and under his protection.

If you are with him, your dream is not clear

This is the obvious mistress:
I do not think you are - and just fine
The presence of your soul is full.

Whether your Bredosh way of return,

With it, separated, in a quiet corner of you -
You are full of all the vast dreams,
You are full of all mysterious longings.