On winter- white nights

Beneath the winter-white trees that shine full of quiet power, there stands a gentleman full of joy, who has already accomplished a lot. He goes there every day, and even when he has nothing else to do, and even in every quiet, cloudy night, he looks for the place to rest happily. He doesn't want to be at home anymore, because he still lives with his mother as a couple. The optics are empty, the silence is great, she often forces him onto her lap. So he travels through the night paths, in the forest he is in good spirits, Before he goes back to servitude, He likes to sing a happy song. Life in sadness, He knows with certainty, He will stay there forever, And will accompany mother to the grave. On winter-white nights, under a dense canopy of leaves, he feels best, but the words his mother said haunt him: "You should be ashamed, never show your tears."