Such a body is nice, but who knows
If I will find a soul in it cold?
That this easy to love another light!
To love is like a body be buried in snow.

The abstract is the truth, and the concrete
Is the lock of the soul, and the width
It is the mobile home
For the cavalcade of restless existence!

The universal soul of the children had,
Each half has to be in the land:

This is the life of the human
Seeking, always seeking, your human!
There is cold: my pain, the sun awakens
A soul of a woman called to my door.

Beautiful you, young for life
It is something more than the point where you forget