You are rich, you are beautiful
I have seen you yesterday
I now I long for your sweet mouth
Eyes meek as the moonshine
I would strew rose petals
Verses I give you from the deepest ground of my heart
But you unreachable far in perpetuity
I will be a pipe dream
Which broke in my heart
And since then I curse every clock hour
I am poor, you are rich
My hands are not soft
Because he world is anything but a garden
Where many flowers blossom
Roses, violets and jasmine
And so I have to wait until the Day of Judgement
Tears burn hot in my eyes
Alas, what happened to me
Since my eyes have seen you
All time I curse every clock hour
I am poor, you are rich
Black and white, cold and hot
Alas, the bale burns in me like a wound
Rather hell freezes
Unsatisfiable me and you
All time I curse every clock hour
Your hand will never touch me
I am here, you are there
Alas, I will never be close to you
All time I curse every clock hour