Now I want the light at my head,
I can no longer bear the darkness
Of my room, I have no time...
Let me tell you: even with you
I can stay no longer.

The wind does not linger
In the needles of pine,
Nor does the sunlight.
I hasten to the little door
That opens upon the planet.
No conflict with you,
No bitterness, no hatred.
My flight is mine alone,
My death belongs to me,
Eternal darkness - mine.
Nor will I tell you that there is
No Persephone, no Cerberus,
No Orpheus...
I just cannot bear the darkness
of my room.

I want the light at my head
To see... to listen to my soul
In the flash of brightness.

Where is it? That with its mouth
I may puff and put out the candle.

(1983)