The Kievan evening, so tender and poor…
I am sinking in current of the predictable events.
I was fond; you did not turn out to be a fool.
The eyes smiled with a secret desire.
You walk too near to the earth, and I fear.
But I am sister of yours – without doubts.
The Kievan evening will not leave us -
It is so kind, it will lay us close.
We are cruelly-kind to each other.
I adore you so strong and honestly,
So we know – it is no by chance.