Do Not Talk To Me About Love!

Driven By Remorseless Time
When Darkness And Wind Lash My Heart
Dark Face Swallowed By Bitter Tears

Now, My Soul Is Bared Even To My Ribs
The Flesh Decays And The Rain Comes Down Into My Heart

The Coal Of My Life Keeps The Fire In My Heart Burning
The Wounded Heart Is Still Angry With Destiny

What Does It Matter, Even If The Spring Sunshine Is So Bright
What Use Is It, Even If The Flower Color Is So Pretty

My Life Is A Rotten Stump Of An Old Tree Crying At Night
My Life Is A Fallen Leaf Which Lies Flat On A Stone Step

Even My Finger Nails And Toenails Burn In The Solitary Night
I Break My Body In Pieces, My Body So Covered By The Past
When Winter Passes And Spring Comes To Me,
                                The Green Grass Will Be Out On The Grave