Berlin, Germany
And wishing me every clergyman death... In the end comes a great dawn, the world is counted and weighed...
The vicious must now stand God on the left and be deceived for every joy.
On this path no more flowers bloom...
There is only eternal night on this black sea.
And me?
So what! The distress drove me on the bad path,
Had won nothing, nothing economize,have remained poor
until I died.
But, everything I've ever loved, was pretty hard .... ;-)
