«A musician, near a forest tree, is trying out a waltz. / He is trying out a waltz, first passionate, then dimming. / And as far as I'm concerned, I look at you like I did once, / And like before, you look at him, and he just looks out dreaming. Music plays for an entire age. Our long picnicâ€...»
«Days of war, what's to say of your ruthlessness, / Noisy yards are now quiet and sad, / And our boys had to part with their youthfulness, / They grew up, of their day far ahead. / One last glimpse on the doorstep – just fairly, / And they left, every soldier in turn... / Boys, I give y...»
«When I am too weak to get over a blow, / When I feel a creeping despair, / The blue midnight trolley I'd hop on the go, / The last one, the spare. The last midnight trolley, keep speeding your wheels, / Keep sending out your lonely message, / To find in the night everybody who feels / L...»
«Little song, momentary as life itself, / Heard by me somewhere along the road, / It has words of such penetrating sense / And the music almost free from the earthly load. At dawn, without warning, the song arrives, / Not taught to tell lies or to hesitate, / Like a piece of hope that is n...»