A keresés eredménye

Quartet No. 20

There is tears in my eyes, instead of sleep
Because I'm in hurry to meet you
They say:
To dream her

Quartet No. 48

O heart!
When the grief of her separation,cuts the vein of your soul
Do not show your bloody cloak
Moan so that
no one can hear and burn in such a way that the smoke cannot be seen