Under shiny drops
the windowsill is black
with mould, they eat
pollen and glumes, stuck
on a bed of honey-
dew from the linden trees

I'm stuck in sadness
not knowing why
   Yet you are much stronger
   do not grieve no longer
   just light up your day
   smile the tears away
sings his warm voice
in my sadness

without knowing why
tears full of melancholy
shine in my heart
with colourless desires
from the low clouds
that cry in silence