Again I didn't succeed in life
I long for fleeing into a great dream
To the bottom of that valley of mine
Where I catch up the days from the long ago
Into that hour or into its shadow.
Again the pink shade of clouds
Under it, there is a house and a hallway
All, in that white valley
Where I catch up the days from the long ago
Even deeper I drop to sleep
Late, late, late, late, late, late,
It is late
I know myself, that it's too late
To start everything again
Late, late, late, late, late, late
I know myself, that it's too late
To start everything again
Again knolls of grey days
Again a forest of everyday talks
I again want my valley,
Beside which time passes by,
He is looking for her who has been here once
He is looking for her who has been here once
He is looking for her who has been here once
He is looking for her who has been here once