It seems to me that recently sunk March took everything in me He was sick for a peak suit in a deck of cards Like a magician, removed with a skilled hand.April has come, “Girl, do not grieve!”He promised me certainly by may of That first rain, pressure clean streymoy calendar at THAT time scrolls,Where WE were, where everything was in bloom — Winter or autumn happiness is out of season, Laughed the sun splashes in through the window,Violating all natural laws.I hope April didn’t lie to me And the artists may write snoways the world to me you missed Where I love and wait for you ready