I hope my trembling,
My heart harmony
Thy passion is not developed
For that gave infinite.
When I'll miss
And without harmony tormented,
There are no sounds arrive
And songs of hope resound…
3 June 1899
I hope my trembling,
My heart harmony
Thy passion is not developed
For that gave infinite.
When I'll miss
And without harmony tormented,
There are no sounds arrive
And songs of hope resound…
3 June 1899
