Why do you appear to me
In dreams?
Why do you turn to me
Those beautiful eyes so bright,
So sad,
Like the bottom of a cold well?
Why is your mouth so mute?
What reproach, what suffering
What unspoken desire's
On them, a vivid rouge,
Occupying itself delicately
In the gloom?
Why do you appear to me
In dreams?
In life you made me proud,
You have exhausted my heart,
You have called out from it one
Of those loud wailings -
Songs.
In life you probably don't know me,
As you walk down the street - you pass me by,
I bow down - you don't notice
Not even nodding your head,
Though you know, know, know well,
How I love you without understanding,
How I suffer the long nights
And like the years upon years
my pain, my sorrow, the songs
In my heart choke me daily.
Oh no!
Appear, my little star, to me!
At least in a dream!
To be pinning my whole life --
And not to be living.
Oh let that heart be that is grieved,
Like that pearl in the mud,
It dwindles, wilts, dries up,--
At least in dreams, your image comes to life,
At least in misery it quickly plays out
In real life it slowly recovers it's breath,
And that golden wonder
It will know, the fortune of youth,
That desired, frightful
Sin!