There is a green sun
above a meadow.
There is—there is a white dot
in the snow, in front of me.
A—a clock
turns—turns backwards.
Death—death—ancient hours
that I no longer want.
There is a white face
in the snow, in front of me.
No—I don't want—I don't want—
I don't want you—no—no—I don't want you.
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I—no—I don't want you,
I am not searching for you.
And—and lovers who cry
make me laugh.
But—but from the wave
of—of my soul
is born to me—is born between my fingers
a tiny heart.
I love you, I love you!
I love you—you—I love you!
I love you! I love you!
I love you! I love you!
I love you! I love you!
I love you! I love you!...