Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.
Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe.
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.
After all this, what happened? What happened was that, as soon as I had the slightest chance of a place to hide in, I crept into it and hid. Well, sometimes it's a fine day isn't it? Sometimes the skies are blue. Sometimes the air is light, easy to breathe. And there is always tomorrow.
Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.
I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.