| Still, on the boughs of the trees, there are only crows Ah, The flowers are withered There is a madman in the garden My heart is like a goblet of fire My body is like a stove, it burns But there is not even a light in the whole world There is not even a light, there is not even a light I came from the other side of the world to this place Don't tell me the world is beautiful, I don't see its beauty Still, there is sorrow in my heart, it is a strong torment Don't tell me not to cry Don't tell me life is short Don't tell me life is short Don't tell me life is short Which nocturnal mourn, Which nightly summon Which spell and magic, Which romantic prayer Take me to my home, to my beloved From this side of the world to that side Take me to my beloved, take me to my beloved Which way, Which road Which tear, Which moan Which cloud and which zenith Which tide and which moon Take me to my home, to my beloved From this side of the world to that side Take me to my beloved, take me to my beloved Still, convoy of love doesn't reach it's destination We are drowned and our voice doesn't reach the shore Doesn't reach the shore Still, there are tears in my eyes and I gaze at the road (for my beloved) There is no sun here, no moon How very dark the world is, How very dark the world is Which way, Which road Which tear, Which moan Which cloud and which zenith Which tide and which moon Take me to my home, to my beloved From this side of the world to that side Take me to my beloved, take me to ... |
