In morning getting up from a bed,
Please, arouse me with your kiss.
And if you can't do a little this,
It plainly means I'm dead.

  We'll meet again, my dear Helen,
On other Earth, in Hell or Haven.
And there you will find me
With a rose in a hand and on my knee.


All what is left is a wish to be alone,
to seek the hidden truth in the unknown,
to think about mysteries of cosmic space.
But it is hard to find a lonely place.The crowd is around me.

  I'm in the middle.
I'm squeezed, I'm pushed and needled.
I want to be alone, but I couldn't.
Until in a coffin I'll be woodened.