Houses huddle, all multi-coloredThere are always flowers on the windowsillsRandomly, unexpectedly, miraculouslyA myriad, an armful of nobody's dreamsBrought by the wind somehow fabulously...I'm running in shoes, in a spring raincoatI am in a hurry to meet with myselfAnd as if it seems, and as if it's dreaming ofmeeting a true love...Let it be invented, but it will come true!Mosaic of thoughts, birds live chirpingOn the main square the grandeur of the RadnitzAnd the spiers sharply resting on the Universe,They raise my thought and then prostrate itI am a stranger here and everything's unknown...I run and fly and I competeWith my unbridled destinyLet passers-by be surprisedWalking slowly along the pavementThe cobbled pavement...Houses huddle, all multi-coloured...