Death in an autumnal park in Paris
Go to heaven from hoarfrosty land
Call to your mind last leavetaking caress
Send the letters, until send you can

You need some nocturnal hours
White is paper, letterline is black
Broken streets and house and flowers
On that address you go never back

No one does not open your sad letters
Silent tone sounds from the telephone
You took vengeance upon these ones betters
You fulfilled the mission. You are none

To drink wine in candlelight and
To commemorate yourself with tears
Spend in luxhotel last night and
Take from trunk the pistol now and here

Death in an autumnal park in Paris
Go to heaven from hoarfrosty land
Call to your mind last leavetaking caress
Send the letters, until send you can

But foreign city lights here
Radiate and radiate still then
When you so depart like nightmare
In the city of Paris. The end