«I stood for long before the hell’s gates, heavy, / But in the hell all was just dark and calm... / Oh, even Devil does not need my levy. / Wherever shall I come?»
«I was born in the right time, in whole, / Only this time is one that is blessed, / But great God did not let my poor soul / Live without deceit on this earth. And therefore, it's dark in my house, / And therefore, all of my friends, / Like sad birds, in the evening aroused, / Sing of lo...»
«I was so praying: “Quench, Oh Lord, / My deepened thirst of the song-singing!” / But for the worldly in the world / There’s no a chance of any freeing. Like altar’s smoke that couldn’t flee / Up to the famous throne Father’s — / But only floats by the feet, / Kissing wors...»
«I drink to home, that is lost, / To evil life of mine, / To loneness in which we’re both, / And to your future, fine, — To lips by which I was betrayed, / To eyes that deathly cold, / To that that the world is bad and that / We were not saved by God.»