Yellow and fresh are the lanterns,Black is the road of the garden at sea.I am very calm. Only please, do notTalk about him with me.You're tender and loyal, we'll be friends..Have fun, kiss, together grow old..And light months above us will fly like feathers,Like stars made of snow and as cold.

How I love, how I loved to stareAt the ironclad shores,On the balcony, where foreverNo foot stepped, not mine, not yours.And in truth you are -- a capitalFor the mad and luminous us;But when over Nieva sailThose special, pure hoursAnd the winds of May fly overYou past the iron beamsYou are like a dying sinnerSeeing heavenly dreams...

Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that I cannot, will not, fight: It is happiness, and it is pain. Anyone looking straight into my eyes Could not help seeing it, and could not fail To become thoughtful, more sad and quiet Than if he were listening to some tragic tale. I know the gods changed people into things, Leaving their consciousness alive and free.To keep alive the wonder of suffering, You have been metamorphosed into me.

Oh, there are unrepeated words,Who ever said wasted more than he should.Inexhaustible only is the blueOf sky and generosity of God.

Forgive me that I felt forsaken, That grief and angst was all I knew. Forgive me that I kept mistaking Too many other men for you.

I was born not late and not early,This time is blessed and meet,Only God did not allow a heartTo live long without deceit.And from this it is dark in the light room,And from this do the friends I've sought,Like the sorrowful birds of evening,Sing of love that was not.

An as it's going often at love's breaking,The ghost of first days came again to us,The silver willow through window then stretched in,The silver beauty of her gentle branches.The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasureTo us, who fears to lift looks from the earth,Who are so lofty, bitter and intense,About days when we were saved together.

Oh, this was a cold dayIn Peter's wonderful town!The shadow grew dense, and the sundownLike purple fire lay.Let him not want my eyes fairProphetic and never-changingAll life long verse he'll be catching -My conceited lips' empty prayer.

Did not scold me, did not praise me,Like friends and like enemies.Only left his soul to meAnd then said, "Now keep in peace."And one thing worries me so:If this moment he will die,God's archangel will come to meFor his soul from the sky.How then will I hide her so,How to hide it from God's eyes?She, the soul, that cries and sings soMust be in His paradise.