Often you say - marking the earth with your heel as the wild rose blooms in a bush
Wild one seemingly made only of dew
You say - The whole sea and the whole sky for a single
Victory of childhood in the country of dance or better for a single
Embrace in a train corridor
Going to the devil with rifle shots on a bridge or better
Yet for a single timourous word
Such as must be said while gazing at you
By a blood-stained man whose name goes from tree to tree
Who keeps going in and out among a hundred birds of snow
Where then it is nice
And when you say it - the whole sea and the whole sky
Scatter like a cloud of little girls in the yard of a strict boarding school
After the dictation in which 'The heart takes'
Was perhaps written 'The heart aches'