Again, one night, a beautiful two-eyed window, a wet letter from my star, what a colorless picture, a distant photo from yesterday, a remembrance of the season of pride behind the nights pain, hatred of the kind of untuned songwriter of the time, all these poems and songs from you, from your perfume , your jewelless rings , your unmanned boat, your way, your horses saddle, your worst and your best, my share, just you,
O lamp. Whatever the magic of the flames in your hand, you are a lie without a light , a low light, a pity for the tears of my lover, a pity for this futility of my lover, a pity for this
futility and infinite pity for this me, a pity for this body , a pity for this body, a pity for this short dream, a pity for this color of dawn, a pity for this bright dream, a pity for this song of mine, leave me comfortable and pass by, skip the last picture
