I dreamt of you
You held my hand
And when I woke up
My hand was burned
The fire eats up my time
It burns day and night
It takes what I ever wanted
And also what I ever done
The fire eats up my heart
It eats me neck and crop
It takes what I wished for
And also what I have been
But without this fire
I already would have been tired and empty
My days would be tiresome and gray
And my nights would be cold
The fire keeps me awake too,
Against coldness, ice and death,
It twinkels in the Southern Cross
And blazes in the dawn