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When the earth sleeps and the heat subsides
And the animals' souls are filled with swan-like peace
The night circles with burning yarn
And the power of the water sways the sea's zephyr
All night long, like a sentry on guard
I feel, I burn, I struggle, I cry – and I don't hear
In unstoppable closeness, still the same
And all as is, breathes with distant happiness
My days have flown by – like the deer's
Mowed run. The span of happiness was shorter
Than the flutter of an eyelash. With my last breath
I clasped in my hand only the ashes of pleasure
A river, swollen with salty tears
Forest birds could tell
Sensitive animals and mute fish
Caught between two green banks
A valley full of vows and heated whispers
The curves of pitted paths
Boulders hardened by the power of love
And cracks in the earth on difficult slopes
My days have flown by – like the deer's
Mowed run. The span of happiness was shorter
Than the flutter of an eyelash. With my last breath
I clasped in my hand only the ashes of pleasure
Only the nightingale, orphaned, praises
His feathered loved ones on the blue night
Sets snares and nets for me everywhere
And sees me off, alone from now on
All in the crypt of the black night, the light of the ether
Hidden, locked in the cradle of dust
And I mournfully repeat: all the charm of the world
Is more fleeting than the flutter of an eyelash
My days have flown by – like the deer's
Mowed run. The span of happiness was shorter
Than the flutter of an eyelash. With my last breath
I clasped in my hand only the ashes of pleasure
