The Third Symphony Dancing on the Strings of Love

Now I collect all that is in my heart

Then I intend to leave and depart

At the borders of your eyes, so smart

I reside your lovely eyelashes that are burning,

Then escort you like a paper you bring every morning,

In which I do crossword puzzles in the evening.

I wanted to live with you in the fall,

That makes me feel that I am weak and frail

That moves my senses, my feelings, ... all.

I feel a strong desire in everything around me,

Then I find myself in a bad need of everything I see.