You are rich, you are lovely,
I saw you yesterday,
and now I long for your sweet mouth
Eyes soft like moonlight,
I would scatter rose leaves
I give you a gift of verses from the bottom of my heart
But you are forever unreachably far
It will be wishful thinking
that enters my heart
and since then I curse every full hour
I am poor, you are rich,
my hands are not smooth,
because the world is everything but a garden
where many colorful flowers bloom
Roses, violets, and jasmine,
and so I must wait until the end of days
Tears burn hot in my eyes,
Oh, what has happened to me
since my eyes saw you?
I always curse every full hour.
I am poor, you are rich,
black and white, cold and hot,
Oh, the woe burns in me like a wound,
Hell would sooner freeze over,
You and I - unattainable,
I always curse every full hour,
Never will your hand touch me.
I am here, you are there,
Oh, I'll never come close to you,
I always curse every full hour.