You have eaten not just the flowers
With these flowers you've eaten my dreams
And so my soul is empty
And so my lips are silent
It is hard, my friend, to live alone without a friend
Everything is vaguely and so dry for heart and mind
If the cow's life of yours had been mangled by love,
Then you, my spotty, would have known why.
There are other flowers in the fields,
The dreams will turn back to the heart again.
It's funny to be sad about them,
It's high time to forgive.
Stop to frown dourly
And to see the darkness everywhere
For some reason I can not understand you, cow
Lean you ear closer to me - console me, Spotty
It's so hard for my heart when no one cares
It is hard, my friend, to live alone without a friend
Everything is vaguely and so dry for heart and mind
If the cow's life of yours had been mangled by love,
Then you, my spotty, would have known why.