Hours by the mute piano seem like eternity to me,
That knowledge accompanies me on my path without calm.
I burnt down my heart in sleepless nights,
So I could create you in crazy songs.
Some weird ideas and a jumble in my head,
In a crazy yearning fire lights up in the blood,
Because little remained of my youth,
And the body painfully craves for your presence.
What have you done of my life,
Of my life, of my life?
Why have you given me just a hollow pain,
Just a hollow pain, just a hollow pain?
And I don't know how to cross that line,
To find you, real you, in a primeval happiness.
May I be forgiven by those, whome I falsely love,
There's no delight in those battles, when I lose in wars.