The night is silent, the streets lie still
My dear lived in this house
She has already left the town
But the house still exists in the same place.
A human stands there as well and looks up
Wrings his hands out of pain
I'm filled with horror when I see him
The moon shows me my own shape.
You lookalike, you pale guy!
Why do you imitate my love's suffering
That torments me in this place
So many nights in the past time?