I.
Hot Nights in the Southern Sky
Lightning blinds us:
untouched by morning
untouched by noon.
Strange things always go alone.
Soundless as dots,
grand go the years.
II.
Oh, What Sagacity Perished Here!
Lightning,
lightning,
untouched by morning.
Hot nights in the summer sky,
soundless,
lightning.
Grand go the years
as strange things always go alone.