A strange sound has been going around my head for days,
doesn't let me think,
doesn't let me sleep,
such a melody,
a song that reaches through the ages,
I hear her call,
I can hear her.
Flow my tears
fall from your springs
Exil'd for
ever let me mourn
Where
night's black bird her sad infamy sings
There let me live forlorn
In this world, where everything is blown gray,
blown gray,
her song resounded in me like a prayer,
like a prayer,
as though she belonged to me
I hear her call,
I can hear her.
Down vain
lights shine you no more
No nights
are dark enough for those
That in
despair their last fortunes deplore
Light doth but shame disclose
Such a melody has been going around my head for days,
such a melody,
and no one can disturb these cycles,
I hear her call,
I can hear her.