To-do’s!
I have been tortured by to-do’s: every day, every day.
Adieu!
My songs and poems burned to ash - what to say, what to say!

Year-long
She lived with me and now it’s done: packed her things and she’s gone.
So long...
Depressing days for me began.

Tonight
If you present me a whole eve, a whole eve, a whole eve,
Then I
Will only talk to you. Believe!

Again
My plans were ruined in a flash, it’s all crashed, it’s all crashed.
And then
My songs and poems, the whole stash, balderdash, turned to ash.

Year-long
She lived with me and now it’s done: packed her things and she’s gone.
So long...
Again my merry days began.

Tonight
If you present me a whole eve, a whole eve, a whole eve,
Then I
Won’t even talk to you. Believe!