[Stringed instrument], are you following me?
In how many distant cities has your
lonely night already spoken to mine?
Are a hundred playing you? Or just one?
Are there in all the great cities of the world
those, who without you, would have
already lost themselves in the rivers?
And why does it always have to concern me?
Why am I always the neighbor of those
who in fear force you to sing
and to say: The heaviness of life
is heavier than the heaviness of all things.

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