Syrah [English translation]

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.