Translation:Song of Orfan

O, people under your fences I carry orphan's complaint!

Complaint terrible like a viper, Which chest binds up in the grave!

I sang with larks, To Spring in spring she laughed –

Song blew on the graves Wreath of calm adornment!..,

And I plaited a wreath From flowers which I plucked in the soul,

People the snake's wreath, Plaited on the temple – deathly…

I broke the string of beads, And it got drowned somewhere in the waves –

O! so flow my years Ruffled among the world …

That's probably because I suffer That I fill a jug in the tears

And nobody saves me – God, I will sense you!...

There white cross over the fence And under the cross the grave – Oh! it's better that the orphan is not born on the world!...