Between what I had been and what I became an endless way is stretching.
But I had been walking all the day long, and I was tired, and I wanted to go to sleep.
And she did not ask me who I was and what for I was knocking at her door.
She told me: "Take with you the keys to my door".
Between what I had been and what I became-seven hours till the morning.
I went away and I forgot whose face I had been wearing the day before.
And she did not ask me where I went , northwards or southward.
She told me: "Take with you the keys to my door."
I was blowing the tin trumpet in those days,
I was playing with a crown of thorns.
And the eight strings of mine seemed to me now air and then lead.
And dozens of friends wanted to make a soup of my beasts.
And she told me: "Take with you the keys to my doors".
And when I decided there was none to sing for,
I started to keep silent and got hoarse.
And when I decided there were no people among the pigs and fishes,
And when I decided that was left alone my joker among their trumps,
She told me :"Take with you the keys to my doors."