Deep in the heart of the lake
Where the last light is clinging
A strange foreboding voice
Is patiently singing.
Do not fear to venture
Where the last light trembles
Because you were in love.
Love never dissembles.
Fear no more the boast, the bully,
The lies, the vain labour.
Make no show for death
As for a rich neighbour.
Cold is the lake water
And dark as history.
Hurry not and fеar not
This oldest mystery.
The strangе voice singing,
This slow deep drag of the lake,
The yearning, yearning, this ending
Of the heart and its ache.