Lonely girl, visit me on housetops br That weep overlooking the flowerless city; br All the roses reside in your vulnerable eyes br Where I fall asleep for fragile centuries. br br There’s a sunlight glint br On dining-room wine bottles; br Even when my love feels br Exhausted and half-spent, br I have another glass to pour for you. br br Always refuse to be carried br By the melancholy breeze that whistles br Through the cemetery trees br Sympathetic symphony of tears br And brings you to eternal homes.