«In the old Strauss waltz for the first time / We had listened to your quiet call, / Since then all the living things are alien / And the knocking of the clock consoles. We, like you, are gladly greeting sunsets, / And are drunk on nearness of the end. / All, with which on better nights we...»
«This grief for homeland! It’s despair / And hopelessness of daily worry! / I’m equally indifferent where / — Alone, entirely and wholly, — I am, which way I slowly stagger, / Back from the market, walking homeward, / Into a home, that like a barrack, / Still doesn’t know that ...»
«O, tears that in eyes freeze! / The cry of love and pain! / My Chekhia’s in tears! / In blood is all my Spain! / O, mountain of black, / You shaded all the world! / It’s time to return back / My ticket to the God. Yes, I refuse to be / In Bedlam of non-men. / Yes, I refuse to ...»
«Oh, tears in my eyes! / Love, anger, all in vain! / For Czehia that cries, / For wounded bleeding Spain, / / And for this mountain black / That shadows whole world, / 'Tis time now to give back / My ticket to my Lord. / / I'm choosing not to be. / From this asylum I / Am go...»