«We waited commonly for sleep or even death. / The instances were wearisome as ages. / But suddenly the wind's refreshing breath / Touched through the window the Holy Bible's pages: An old man goes there — who's now all white-haired — / With rapid steps and merry eyes, alone, / He ...»
«Darling boy, You are so merry, your smile is bright and clean, / Don't ask for this perfect happiness, poison for all our worlds… / You don't know, You don't know what defines this polish violin, / What secret horror hides in these initial accords. A someone who takes her body in his imp...»
«Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's — so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the cords. H...»
«I was given a body – what to do with it now, / One so unique and my own somehow? For this quiet joy, to breathe and to be, / Whom should I thank, somebody tell me? I’m the gardener, I’m the flower as well, / I’m not alone in world’s dungeon cell. On the glass of eternity, I’ve a...»