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