Nadezhda Aleksandrovna Teffi. (№ 358242)

This motionless night. As the torch funeral
The blood moon glows in the sky...
Of the songs I weave myself a wreath wedding,
And my voice is ringing, disturbing and sad
He feels it from his melancholy, sympathetic trembling fear...
The next morning will bring me your greetings farewell -
I'll wait for his submissive and pale...
I know why, as the funeral torch,
To clean my wreath on my wreath wedding
Pour your bloody sinister light of the moon!