On the hill rises a silver cross*
A bleeding man staggers under a thorny crown
There over guilty stone
The crystalline day rolls away
"Out of it emerges the night!"
/>A red shimmer lies in the air
Crystal wind clinks in the crypt
Painted time laughs in the darkness
The twilight gives birth to the night
Bony shadows 'drink the white lament'< br/>A velvety moon-colored lamb
And daffodils now sink down the golden head of the shepherd
Into the evening
In the evening rests a silent blue
From the green of the ancestors it runs Dew
Roses are still blooming in front of the bars
The breath is already making them tremble
"But you drink the blue!"