To the court of the Republic

1. A sprawling walnut tree stands in the courtyard of the Republic. ; My golden-haired little gelding stands saddled under it. ; Its bridle is shiny, my baby's tiny mouth is kissable. ; I bow my sad head on the embracing arm of my rose. ; ; 2. I wrote a letter to the Republic itself, ; Don't enlist any more soldiers, because there are already many orphans. ; The branch is orphaned here too, the whole world knows this. ; So, my dear little angel, you will remain an orphan even longer.