Those times whenever you're not with me,
when another evening is unending,
I fly to you in my dreams.
Then you always call me at night again,
you ask me if I also cannot sleep,
and what my dream was like today?
And then I say, "Wonderful."
But I never tell you of my longing
that grows ever greater with each passing day.
That it wakes me each morning,
and goes to sleep with me,
that too I keep from you each night.
I've always been that way,
I don't know why that is.
Have often laughed so as not to cry.
When you afterwards kiss me through your mobile,
I just feel ever more how hard it is
to play the strong woman for you.
Sometimes I'd then most like to scream,
"When will you be next to me again?"
I can hardly stand it any more,
I can really hardly stand it any more.
But I never tell you of my longing
that grows ever greater with each passing day.
That it wakes me each morning,
and goes to sleep with me,
that too I keep from you each night.
I've always been that way,
I don't know why that is.
Have often laughed so as not to cry.
I miss you ever more each day.
How much longer can I stay so strong?1
How much longer?
But I never tell you of my longing
that grows ever greater with each passing day.
That it wakes me each morning,
and goes to sleep with me,
that too I keep from you each night.
I've always been that way,
I don't know why that is.
Have often laughed so as not to cry.
1. Or strong in this way