The day - the livelong day I am with you, behind you -
As if I had only one sorrow.
As if I had traced something essential -
So that the longing is kind of wiped off.
Thatís silly - Iím however such a one?!
To wait for me - has no sense at all.
You need the other one and - repose,
But with me it is unquiet, sleepless.
How many years nothing happens - thatís a secret?!
Maybe I am unlucky - I donít know!
I walk in May like a vagabond,
And indications donít allow me the passage.
Maybe there is a prohibition imposed?
With every step I stumble:
Obviously how many steps - so much mishap, -
When I know whatís the matter - I shall repent.