The faded joy of mad years passed by.
I feel heavy, like a vague hangover.
But, like wine — the sadness of days gone by
In my soul, the older I get, the stronger,
My path is sad. The troubled sea of the future
Promises me toil and grief by nature.
But I don’t want, oh friends, to simply die;
I want to live, to think and suffer; blessed
And I know, I will have pleasures shine
Amid sorrows, worries and anxieties:
At times I will again get drunk on harmony,
I will shed tears over some fiction astonished,
And maybe at my deplorable sunset
Love will flash a farewell smile as yet…