What a strange tune
Penetrated your universe, forever stranger to me?
What strange eyes ask, ask all the time
To me: ''Be a while with me!''
What do I need for so many bright eyes?
What do I need for so many tender arms?
I don't want to upset you,
I've got nothing to do with your tortures.
I embrace this world
And I want to keep everything in it,
As the ghost idol demands,
You cannot give so strongly your tenderness.
What, have I harmed so few eyes
With my knowledge breathe them in the depth?
What, have I put so few phrases
On my shoulder – shall I prove I'm not saying a lie?
What do I need for so many bright eyes?
What do I need for so many tender arms?
I don't want to upset you,
I've got nothing to do with your tortures.
I embrace this world
And I want to keep everything in it,
As the ghost idol demands,
You cannot give so strongly your tenderness.
You can't find calmness from this tenderness,
From all this fuss so warm inside.
I persist on more, but not the right shoulder
Is touching me, but in vain...