In the morning the bell rings
It says that a difficult day lies ahead.
Through the bars in the window like kisses
There is light on my shoulders
Angels in memory above my head
Now, instead of them, a convoy.
Flower gardens and candles,
Old memories.
Evening.
Wide and yellow evening light,
My eyes’ blue violent flame
From the burning forests flying
Sweet smell of evergreens
That I lived in lavishness and sorrow
Was I glad of the sun? Forgive –
And you...my tender one
Don’t do harm to anyone.
Low is the empty heaven
On my journey down,
And between two wooden beams
There stands a giant star.
