Stop, coachman...
We have arrived.
Welcome, O spring village... welcome.
The longing that torments me is capable of killing me!
How are the swallows,
The tiles,
And the hills?
My beloved did not come with me,
But I carried her picture.
I feel like a stranger...
Where are the people?!
Loneliness is a torment, woe is me!
Why don't I try singing?
"Oof... oof, how annoying I am!"
Why don't I try playing an instrument?
The violin... here it is...
"Tum... tum... tum..."
The universe began to sway.
The violin is me...
Although I would prefer to be an organ!
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