From Studies in Russian Literature

In this life to die, is nothing new

And in truth, to live is not forever

It may be not hard to love, to love again

 

For she is ever new, we can do but naught

For life and love together move

And distraught or not, we move

 

From beauty to another kind of living

Revolution demands sacrifice

But most simply follow tradition

 

The tradition of love that becomes family

And the tradition of growing old

That in truth, is nothing new

We do not advise you to live forever.