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It’s from the window he breaks in
This messenger of the dark night
The fierce wings seem to want
To shake up the whole small country
We can’t see clearly his deathlike face
but keep silence, leave him beating wildly

The moonlight vanished already
The stars also gone away
In the dark only our even breathing
Faces against this black spirit

As if a fightingcock is going to defeat
The sounds of fluttering grow weaker and weaker
And seems to hear the striking of midnight
Rapidly he throws himself through the open window
Disappears into the vast darkness