While you are dealing the cards, your face is stoney and noble,
You observe your victim like a sphynx.
I escape to the casino table,
Because I don't have much left,
...
I want to deceive life,
That harlot who dances in the laps of the richest,
But it no longer takes bonds,
Cheques or credit cards, all it likes is listening
...
Since you have left, my one and only,
the sun became perfectly cold.
Its golden heart,
...
It is dreadful to once again fail,
to sink into the dark of hopelessness,
As if someone fired a canon into your heart,
As if you have lost your interior,
...
The straw man guards a golden field,
His eyes are empty, like its head,
A golden heart shines in his chest. Whose hand
had put this golden heart into his chest?
...
Tell me, rose,
Did you caress her face
- like the wind caresses your face -
while the dewy tear burns the face?
...
While I am writing this letter to You, my one and only,
the mute wind,
...
A whisper... soft, gentle and perfectly close
is spreading through the air in this warm April morning.
...
In the shadow of solitude now I see Your eyes,
that so faithfully carry about the light
...
In the dreamlit night I chase shadows
to their rest,
...