I’ll go away (I think, tomorrow)
To see the church inside the Earth.
I hope that the crying sorrow
Will finish earlier than birth
Of me in my revived land.
My little poems will borrow
The letter which I cannot send.
I cannot write about my horror
To see black shadows of night.
Tomorrow I will find my knight.
Oh, I believe – it’ll be tomorrow!
And early meeting in the church
Will change my life without danger.
Please, wait! I verify my watch -
At twelve o’clock I’ll see my Angel.