The moon bathes the turbid sea with silver
And try to see how clear traces
Life could have the charm,
But I know that every moment is unleashed
Path still atrocious, the scene ungrateful
Even in clear coats and silvery mantle
Charting merely fear and astonishment,
Where wanted most sensible
The lucky indeed unknown
And so new common stumbling
Finally there remains nothing, die in life.
Still looking for some peace,
Even this empty satisfies
Preparation merely the farewell ...