The Fourth Symphony I would not have been if you had not existed

How can I live such life that's bitter and sore,

Without you, my love, and go on to live much more?

How can such love be suppressed and killed by life

With such ugliness, with such a sharp knife,

While love gives us much hope and delight,

And fills us with peace, joy and light?

So, be like the strong bird's wing for me,

To fly towards you, happy and free,

To know all about you, my love, and see

All what concerns you in a life, so eerie.