There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me,
There are no gray hairs in my soul!
Shaking the world with my voice and grinning,
I pass you by, - handsome,
Twentytwoyearold.

“On I’ll pass,dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-rid…”

“The love boat has crashed against the everydayYou and I, we are quitsAnd there …”

“Lovefor usis no paradise of arbors —to uslove tells us, humming,that the stalle…”

“Gentle souls!You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the dr…”