Pengeløs mann går trykt mellom tyver !!!

Come into the garden,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses is blown.


For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.

Det forgjengelige livet vi lever
Tilværelse som dårlig vær
Starter dagen vi ble født
Den slutter når døden tar livet !...