Thus we are together at last, only you and me.
The square is so windy. And your heart is empty...
Do, buddy, don't be angry with me as to my shame
I am a rare guest here.
I turn back to the north. There are only ashes there
And strange night dreams over your strict silence,
Cold of losses, my town, and the gloomy park
Of evil and good at the head of the bed.
I cast my glance at the south. The almond tree is blossoming there
And a lovely buzzing swarm of my prevoius years
Having stung my heart sweetly, fly along the prospect far away
High above the tram ring...
And there is a river to the east. Glowing skies, summer lightning
Will remind me suddenly of this or that.
My dear town, you always loved poets
And hundreds of your different images smiled at me.
I'll turn to the west - haze has hidden the life...
And only buildings plod on their way mysteriously and angrily
Along grey pavements
To leave in the meantime or with me...
Wind and domes are in the blue abyss above us.
A dove like a white clue is sewing together pieces of the eternity.
And my youth is striking the bell resoundingly and light-heartedly again...
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