The glimpse, the thought, the anguished sigh
of strange and charming Future's Master
gives me the strength to say "Good-Bye!"
and makes my heart beat even faster.

This heart has run its marathon
and jumped through many holes and rivers.
Somebody put the record on
and kept it running 'till the shivers.

I know through the smoke of sky
which looks instead of smiling rather:
we won't be friends - my heart and I,
but I will never want another.