Piano Sonata No. 3 In F Minor, Op. 14: Iv. Prestissimo Possibile

Ah! To be all alone in a little cell with nobody near me
Beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to Death
Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven
Feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring
That will be an end to evil when I am alone
In a lovely little corner among tombs
Far from the houses of the great
Ah! To be all alone in a little cell, to be alone, all alone:
Alone I came into the world
Alone I shall go from it