When I get tired of living,
When I get tired of singing,
To yourself tightly tie me,
Warmth to my own heart granting.
When I get tired of singing,
When wings are no longer flying,
To avoid foolishly dying,
Allow me to keep yearning.
Let me give you comfort,
Let me show my devotion,
When I get tired of singing,
When I get tired of swimming
Towards the uncharted lands
And before unseen coastlines,
Allow me, my darling love,
To come ashore to your lips,
Under your wing to find a place,
Neither to hurry nor weep,
But, so my sun would rise
And to the depth of your soul seep.