Do you know, fool: did you travel earlier?
Your home was up there, above the sea.
You know storms may rage, as they will;
yet you always received a shining greeting from the coast.
Time and again, eyelids flutter to the beat,
but to what melody?
When it happens, it grabs your view.
How it came, you'll never know.
And now you wander on the cold ground
until the end of all cold days.
Silently your mouth closes and opens
and silently asks the same question.
Suspecting that no one knows the answer,
Why her light now no longer burns for you.
Why did she not keep her true appearance?
No, no peace will be granted to you.
Oh, why would your trust be cheated
deprived of the mercy of her light?
Entwined by the waves.
Time and again, eyelids flutter to the beat,
but to what melody?
When it happens, it grabs your view.
How it came, you'll never know.
And now you wander on the cold ground
until the end of all cold days.
Silently your mouth closes and opens
and silently asks the same question.
Suspecting that no one knows the answer,
Why her light now no longer burns for you.
Has a stranger infiltrated,
or did she let him in willingly?
Would she have been forced to?
Did she give it up alone?
Or is your home abandoned
and decaying on the cliff's edge?
Puzzling over it cannot help you believe it,
you ask yourself what she really felt.
Thousands of questions, thousands of scenes,
they shackle you to the world.
No answer, only tears,
nothing more that lights up the night.
And now you wander on the cold ground
until the end of all cold days.
Silently your mouth closes and opens
and silently asks the same question.
Suspecting that no one knows the answer,
Why her light now no longer burns for you.
Without rest you roam the deep sea
for all eternity without a destination.
But you will never again find your house,
because her light for you has simply gone out.