It was by the will of God
that I live in this anxiety,
that all woes are mine,
that is mine all longing.
It was by the will of God.
What a strange way of life
has this heart of mine!
It lives in a lost way.
Who would cast it the spell?
What a strange way of life.
Independent heart,
heart that I do not command,
lives lost among the people,
stubbornly bleeding,
independent heart.
I shall accompany you no more.
Stop, cease to beat!
If you know not where you're going,
why insist you on running?
I shall accompany you no more.