Don’t consider me mean if I ask
What I got for my purity, for innocence
But with such pain that disappears
Only to come back soon
I beg some happiness!
Do you see twinkling stars in my tears
So don’t prevent them?
Or there’s sweet music in my wails
That you don’t curb them!
My heart has turned into a crater
That deepens with each sorrow:
When the volcano will erupt—I know
Like a corpse you’ll remain unmoved
For my burns fate will stop
Supply of balm
You will look on!