Текст песни Роберт Фрост - Во глубь себя

I do not melt one desire:
Trees under the wind a friendly family
To see not the night oak
The rim that has absorbed the earthly world.

I would be voluntarily imprisoned
In a vast stretch beyond time
Where only deep trails take everyone -
And not one reaches for the highway.

But not always, having left, you will leave forever.
Or maybe there’s a man
Who miss me
And deep down - to find out whether it is dear to me - will enter.

The result of my wanderings is outwardly small:
It was only firmer that I began to believe in what I knew.