Deep traces in the snow

Abandoned big garden ',

Eventually nyomulva

The white snow vikraman.

Who would do that?

-The road so abandoned

I can see the trail,

But not the shape.

And then visszaképzelem:

How was your life,

Which in solitary

The great and strayed?

I would also like it had been,

To me, a shadow,

As if you were in the shade

Myself találnék.

Since I have been here before-

Here to enter is pressed,

But I do not know

Your own nyomomra.

These are terrible, long winter éjek,

starla, a disconsolate in a dark,

for the soul itself,

and he stretched it smoky sky, fojtón

Skinny old spider strázsál fonálon, well-worn

in sleepless dog squeaks and growls,

burning, tikkadt szememre not come to dream,

What is segítnek vapid powders,

my bed's around the non-existence

bugyrából a lot of accusatory, sore memories

dead lovers virrasztanak with me ...

By the time pop up again a gloomy day

and voiceless jajjal turn into fog, omolnak

hajszállal has been a whiter head.