You still ponder, stubbornly and privately
Gaze into the window and you've sadness in your eye
You love me though more than life
You've told it yourself last year
I haven't seen you for one month
And nothing, perhaps I'm more pale
A little bit sleepy, a little bit more silent
But you can see one can live without air
When one had luck, which one doesn't simply find
Someone's body and the whole earth
But only a photograph remains
That, that's very little
You've told to me: when you write to me
Don't type all on the typewriter
Add a single line with your hand
A few words, in fact nothing great
Yes yes yes....
You still laugh, but something sticks besides it
You gaze into the sky onto the sculptures of the clouds
I am both the sky and the world though
You've told it yourself to me last year
I haven't seen you for one month
And nothing, perhaps I'm more pale
A little bit sleepy, a little bit more silent
But you can see one can live without air