I’d like to live with You
In a small town,
Where there are eternal twilights
And eternal bells.
And in a small village inn—
The faint chime
Of ancient clocks—like droplets of time.
And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret—
And the flautist himself in the window.
And big tulips in the window-sills.
And maybe, You would not even love me…