Let me just a poem in your album,
Hardly singing as a spring;
(You have become better to me from books,
And there are a lot of them in the old house!)
Let me just the stem, in a bright moment
By you, pitying, not crumpled;
(You are a rich flower garden for me,
Fragrant flower garden!)
Let it be so. But here in poluistome
You are over the page wilting ...
You will remember everything ... You will restrain the cry ...
- Let me just a poem in your album!
Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.