The heart trembles when it speaks the truth.
under your cloak the bouquets of roses are hiding.
you will not betray me, say honesty - is that true? -
child is afraid of your words when a child is asking.
The heart trembles when it speaks the truth.
when you are small - it is easy to fear people,
but when you grow up - people are commonplace
and are all the same in a long days streaming.
Soon you fear God. He has reason. much more of an interest.
In this fear, what's more - saint is - a dead end.
Then you see a person - as if an octopus.
a lot of mistakes. and only in heaven - a living well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem