I buy…those protected flowers.
Who will give me the bell that blooms on the edge of the ditch,
the one that shines like a forgotten day from childhood,
a carefree sky, a sun that is born again,
fields where the wind sings over white flocks
and the first years — bright as the morning light in the eyes?

I buy…
Who will sell me a month of the clearest azure,
a violin that trembles like a summer evening,
a world that has become gentler, warmer, truer?
Beginning grass, fruit trees in a blue mist
and from a love — the blue glow of the first kiss?

I buy…
Who will give me the fire of dawn,
star showers overnight, mountains that remember everything, an ocean that never lies?
A young star that shines defiantly in the dark
and the child that I was — back in my mother's arms?

I buy…
Who will sell me the secret of happiness,
Roses with dew, the gentle sweetness of love,
The stars of the cornflowers of April nights
And this earth, smiling like a child in the spring sun?

I buy…
Who will give me a flap of its wing,
So that I can hold the world in my hand for a single moment,
To choose from all that exists —
A paradise for the earth?

I buy…
The bell, my coin.
I buy — on honor and truth.