““We never quite learned to part, -We wander slowly side by side. Outside it’s starting to get dark, I’m silent, - you’re preoccupied. We’ll enter a church and we’ll see Baptisms, marriages, mass. A minute later, we’ll leave… Why is everything different with us? Or we’ll sit on the trampled snow In a dark cemetery and sigh, With a stick in your hand, you’ll draw A palace for just you and I.””
