New line and new verse,
Pen ink spoils my sheet,
Nothing comes out
The ocean of raging thoughts subsided.
And again you dream of me
I go to you again,
For a new sheet, for a new line and a new verse.
For a new storm in me.
The ocean is raging stronger
New prose on a new piece.
New verse, like a scarlet flower,
It blooms in me, there is no end to it.
And here comes to the end of my life,
My muse is gone, my thoughts are gone.
I sit and look at happy people
On their thoughts, on the warmth
I wake up soon
And again I pull for a piece of paper,
Remembering you.
There is no end in sight to my thoughts.
May I be happy again?
And the ink will fix the face grimace?
And the new muse will fix the dirty sheet, spoiled by my prose?
Will someone save you from unnecessary longing?
I try to write, I try to love,
I try to give thoughts a new charge.
Everything turned out, I'm happy, I'm glad
I want you to leave you.