If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.

We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us in an hour.

All that I am hangs by a thread tonight

Rising from the past, my shadow Is running in silence to meet me.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

A choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave