No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk-handsome, twentytwoyearold.
Our planet / is poorly equipped / for delight./ One must snatch / gladness / from the days that are. / In this life / it's not difficult to die. / To make life / is more difficult by far.
Love's boat has been shattered against the life of everyday. You and I are quits, and it's useless to draw up a list of mutual hurts, sorrows, and pains.
The love boat has crashed against the everyday.
Comrade life,/ let us/ march faster,/ March/ faster through what's left/ of the five-year plan.
Listen! If stars are litIt means there is someone who needs it,It means someone wants them to be,That someone deems those specks of spitMagnificent!
Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life. We're quits: stupid to draw up a list of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.
In parade deploying the armies of my pages, I shall inspect the regiments in line. Heavy as lead, my verses at attention stand, ready for death and for immortal fame.
If you wish, I shall grow irreproachably tender: not a man, but a cloud in trousers!
Hey, you! Heaven! Off with your hat! I am coming! Not a sound. The universe sleeps, its huge paw curled upon a star-infested ear.
Tramp squares with rebellious treading! Up heads! As proud peaks be seen! In the second flood we are spreading Every city on earth will be clean.