May you have the skin of seas
and the blind man's touch.
Then they might long for you
and maybe even tell you so.
Otherwise, in first spring,
at the first crossroad
loves will vanish
and you'll be left alone.
May you have the night's breath
and the tear of dawn.
Then they might long for you
and maybe even tell you so.
Otherwise, in first spring,
on the power wires
like birds, there will stand
your empty moments.
May you have lips like abyss
and eyes of fire.
Then they might long for you
and maybe even tell you so.
Otherwise, in first spring,
in the first blooming,
longings will come back
your company they'll become.