How many roads traveled together?
How many well-trodden paths?
how many rains, how many blizzards?
Hanging over the streetlamps
How many letters, how many farewells,
Lonesome hours in endless towns?
And again the obsitancy
To go, to finish strongly.
How much in unceasing toil
Shared fears, shared dreams?
How many loaves are being sliced?
How many kisses? Steps? Books?
Your eyes like beautiful candles
but in the heart the flame dwells
So your heart I would like
to save from oblivion.
A coat hangs from your shoulders
Vibrant, woven from the birds of woodland
Long for the entire corridor
Across the yard, right to the star Venus.
You're the airness and sublime of clouds,
Glitter of water and rock.
The unrest of your eyes,
I would like to save from oblivion.