16 Jahre (1944)

Wait doggedly, tight-lipped and calm,
One night there’s an end to it all.
Bear up though you feel yourself faint,
What matters it if you fall?
Deadened, blunted,
Go on as you should –
Waiting till all
Has vanished for good.
Old dreams of starlit, new glory
Lie shattered to dust in their shrine,
They left dank sores like a dried-up spring
Or the last, slow trickle of wine.
There rises a dirge
Above flickering hours
From blood-chaliced clusters
Of dust-laden flowers. займ денег у частных лиц без залогаденьги в займ под распискузайм на билайн