Here I am, the stone wall blossom,
and April is my only wealth.
You only have to go away
and I will be left with nothing.
You surround me with your haloes.
My only care is seeing you.
You only have to fly away
and soon I will be flying too.
I only breathe where your heart beats.
You know, what use would be, alas,
in staying if you should leave me
and living if you go away?
Should you leave,
why would I live as the shadow
of this angel who ran away?
Why would I be nothing but night
under an even darker sky?
What do you think shall befall me
should I no longer hear your step?
Is it your life or rather mine
that goes away? I couldn't say.