Into the sun I laugh!
I do not have my heart inside my head,
nor do I have brains in my heart.
I'm drunk with world and I am pagan!
But would my land yield
so much laughter without the devil's heat?
And would your lips bloom so much magic,
were you not troubled,
Saint,
by the warm lustfulness of sin?Like a heathen I ponder and I ask myself:
Where does heaven get its -
light? - I know: It's from the flames
of hell!
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Romanian original: Lumina raiului
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