Where are my guts, green grasses?
Yellow-blue fishes of the sea,
Where are you, my sweet darling?
My sweet darling, I'll drown in misery.

Gone the golden days of summer,
Robbed from pharaohs' ancient tombs,
And the silver hours,
They're rye mashed and sour,
My sweet darling, where have you gone?

Past the deadened awkward factory
Anthracite gray on cobblestone,
In the sooted flowers
Are gentleman's towers,
My sweet darling, where have you gone?