If ask – how many to me years,
I am lost, I don't know the answer.
I look at blossoming of herbs a celebration,
As if I am four years old of all.
If the sun has stood in height –
Thirty years, consider, it was executed to me.
If I bury relatives – hundred years,
Though prepare a grave for me for dawn!
About love I compose verses when –
I as the girl then am young.
Eighteen to me! What to tell …
Wasn't tired I a droplet to live
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