Don't leave me, world
Don't go, you naive swallow
Don't hurt the ground
Don't touch the air
Don't do any harm to water
Don't estrange me from fire
Let me walk
Toward myself as toward my own goal
Let me talk to water
Let me talk to the ground
And to the bird which lives off of air
My voice is stretched out like a nerve
Let me speak
As long as there's fire in me
Maybe someday we'll be able
To touch with our own hands the things we say
Don't leave me, world
Don't go, you naive swallow
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