«A girl was singing in the old church choir, / About the ships that sailed in the mist, / About those abroad, whose lives turned dire, / And those who’ve lost their happiness and bliss. / Up in the cupolas, her voice had filled the room, / The sun, upon her shoulders, made them white, / ...»
«I love You, My Guardian Angel, in gloom. / In gloom, that has followed me out of the womb. / Because you were once my fair gorgeous bride. / Because you have seen all the secrets I hide. / Because we are bound by secrets and night. / Because you’re my sister, my daughter, my bride. / B...»
«Night. The city grew calm. / Behind the large window / The mood is solemn and somber, / As if a man is dying. / But there someone stands simply sad, / Troubled by his misfortune, / With an opened collar, / And looks at the stars. / “Stars, stars, / Tell me the cause of grief!” ...»
«A mournful waxwork exhibition / Is opened for the third year straight. / A crowd of drunks awaits admission... / While in the grave, the queen awaits. She lies there, in her tomb of glass, / Neither alive nor fully dead, / And shameless people, as they pass, / All whisper of the life sh...»