«Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house / Not as a kid in love, but as a husband / Courageous, harsh and in control. / The calm before the storm is fearful to my soul. / You ask me what it is that I have done of late / With given unto me forever love and fate. / I have betrayed you...»
«The muse has left along narrow / And winding street, / And with large drops of dew / Were sprinkled her feet. For long did I ask of her / To wait for winter with me, / But she said, "The grave is here, / How can you breathe, you see?" I wanted to give her a dove / That is whiter than...»
«I have ceased and desisted from smiling / The frosty wind chills lips — say so long / To one hope of which will be lesser, / Instead there will be one more song. / And this song, without my volition, / I will give out for laughter and parable, / For this that the silence of love / I...»
«They're on the way, the words of love and freedom, / They're flying faster than the moment flies / And I am in stage fright before singing — / My lips have grown colder than ice. But soon that place, where, leaning to the windows / The tender birches make dry rustling sound, / The voice...»