Hope

So I want to see you again
even in my sleep.
You have to know: now again
I grieve for you a lot.
The time that past ago, with the pain,
makes my temples silver,
but the hope of mine - it never died.

The bells, they ring in duet:
Pain and misery!
And the things forgotten by us,
what about it?...
Can the oblivion en personality,
can she remember?
Nobody listens
in their mysterious Tink-Tink,
misery continues.

What lilies are in the field?
What evil has the time?
What of silence in the puna of Andes?
Sounds sing of the strongest timpano.