how often weep we — you and i —
our miserable lives
oh, my friends, if you would know
the cold and dark of days to come
you shake the hand of your beloved
play with her, and tease
and cry you, seeing lie
or in her hand a knife
you kid, you kid
lies and cunning without measure
and death is far
still blacker becoming scary light,
and still more crazy planet storm
more ages, more!
and age the last, scariest still
will witness you and i
all sky will be hidden by filthy sin
and laugh will freeze on all the lips
sadness of being not
spring, my child, you will wait
spring will lie
you'll call the sun into the sky
the sun won't rise
and scream, when you will start to scream
as rock, will die
so be content with life of yours
quieter than water, below the grass
oh, if you'd know, kids, you
the cold and dark of days to come