So I say: \"Spring,\" I say,
She says: \"It seems so.\"
And I say: \"Beauty,\" I say,
She says: \"what no!
\"Look,\" I say, \"the moon,\" I say,
And the stars are like crumbs”.
She says: \"The lamp is burning there,
And the midges are hovering over dump”.
And I say: \"I\'ll sing you then
All my true songs, listen.\"
She says: \"No, I don\'t like them,
My ears hurt from the songs rather !”
And I say: \"Who are you with,\" I say,
\"Are melting from the happiness of love?\"
She says: \"What\'s the point of talking! in vain
You know yourself\", she says, dove.
And I say: \"I\'m not holding you back,
I don\'t care about you, zymosis!”
She says: \"Well, I see, Jack,
You\'ve become bold in your speeches.\"
And I say: \"Goodbye,\" I say, \"That\'s my word hard ,\"
She says: \"Wait,\" she says, \"Let\'s talk again, hurt.\"
Then I say: “spring, I say”,
She says again: “it looks like…”
And I say: “beauty”,I say!
She says: so what in your mind?\"