To not forget our loving, should I a sign implore? I'd ask for you, but dearest, you are your own no more Nor do I beg a flower from in your golden hair Forgetfulness, beloved is but my single player
Oh what a sad sensation, when joy that soon did wane Not swift with it to vanish, but ever here remain!
When through tits life to wander it has been writ, it seem A dream made out of shadow, a shadow made of dream
No matter when I die, this or some later day My wish is out of the mind of all to I pass away And you forget the dream that our two hearts endears When you loom back, beloved, upon the faded years
Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone As though we midst our loving each other had not known A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time
As though those hours of wonder in fact we did not live That I so deeply love you dear one can you forgive?
My face turned to the desert you left me all alone And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone And when at last death's soil my body does reclaim Then who will know me or know from whence I came?
Let in the depths of shadow my memory be gone As though we midst our loving each other had not known A chant of lamentation within cold walls of chime To beg for me in weeping the peace of endless time
While then... should they my body into the gutter throw Still that would be far better than what I suffer now
Afar of in distance a flock of crows arise And darken all the heavens before my sightless eyes Beyond the earth's steep margin a hurricane does start Flinging to the world my dust and to the wind my heart
Yet as in spring the blossom do you remain the while With gentle eyes and humid and tender, childish smile So much a child, yet seeming each day to younger grow And of my fate know nothing as I too nothing know
My face turned to the desert you left me all alone And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes have turned to stone
And when at last death's soil my body does reclaim Then who will know me or know from whence I came?
While then... should they my body into the gutter throw Still that would be far better than what I suffer nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
