I cannot reach you…If the waves would riseon the first day of Septembera Prince of Venice will departdown the sea black as tar.One pier will sail forever in my eyes.I would like to meet youthere in a place whereechoes Venice of your poems.But I am just watchingthe surface of sea black as tar.I cannot reach younor on the square of dovesin which my feetcrossed over your traces;Now is the another timeand I will not bring to youmy twilights in the hands;It played the imagination.Just one pier will sailforever in my eyesjust Prince of Venice will departdown the sea black as tar.If the waves would riseon the first day of Septemberleave my twilights aloneand let them not dirtyof the last coin throwninto the sea black as tar.Let just random walkerin passing observes them.One pier will sail foreverthrough the sea black as tar.