I'm alone in the night,
my soul wakes and listens
Oh heart, do you hear how it sounds?
How it sings and rushes in the palms?
The wind has told me a song
of fortune indescribably beautiful.
He knows what my heart is lacking,
for whom it beats and glows.
He knows for whom.
Come, come, ach!
The wind has told me a song,
of a heart I am missing
I have often stood by the sea in the evening
and have hoped; for what?
I gazed at colourful birds - ach
my happiness shattered like glass.
The wind has told me a song
of fortune indescribably beautiful.
He knows what my heart is lacking,
for whom it beats and glows.
He knows for whom.
Come, come, ach!
The wind has told me a song,
of a heart I am missing.
The wind ...