I went on the path
Chosen by life for me
And down there,
In the wild,
I saw a child,
Wiping his eyes.
' Don't cry, my dear,
Listen to what you hear,
Wipe each eye,
If not, the sky
Will cry with you...
The rein will make
You
And the thing
You hold
Cold. '

He looks at me with the eyes
From the universe;
For them the blue is too little,
And the whole world
Enters one thing
His mother left behind... .