Oh sad, sad was my soul
Because, because of a woman
I did not console myself
Even though my heart has gone away
Even though my heart, even though my soul
Had fled far away from that woman
I did not console myself
Even though my heart has gone away
And my heart, my too sensitive heart
Said to my soul: Is it possible?
Is it possible? - was it -
This proud exile, this sad exile?
My soul said to my heart: Do I know
Myself what this trap wants from us
To be present although exiled
Even though gone so far
Oh sad, sad was my soul
Because, because of a woman