one of songs of experience (no reference to william blake here). one of the songs i really could not dig when i was, probably, having the experiences mentioned here. i still have them, of course. (translation of the lyrics below)
I am rich – I own all that has ever happened to me.// The hours of happiness rapidly passing, and the slow minutes of longing and waiting./ The boulevards aflame in autumns, and the springs struggling in mud.// The thin slices of bread after the war, and the later – “eat all you want”. The longing for a human touch, and the very experience of love.// Thoughts clean as the fresh snow, and thoughts totally dirty among them. Naked complete honesty versus deception.// This is a heavy burden – so heavy one sometimes forgets they are rich.