THE NIGHT AND THE REST

The air, difficult air

Is pressing my lungs,

And the heart is roaming empty

Somewhere at the end of the way.

The night, the black night

Is closing my dreamy eyes;

Now I must set off there

Where I will never arrive.

I know, know well

That the time won't stop

And only you in the world

On your knees you have to fall.

The way, this my way,

On which I follow the life

Is as long as eternity,

But I can't come back.