I will follow you everywhere
You won't tell me from the shadow,
And if you hide in the grass,
I will pretend to be a sprout.
It is I, lurking unnoticed
In the hour when you're falling asleep.
Your heart must become mine,
Your heart will return me the spring.
Yes, you can give away your soul
To the orange demons of passion
And watch, standing still,
How it surely turns into smoke.
What's your soul for me?
It's just a light ever lost breeze.
No, your heart must become mine,
Your heart must be mine.
Yes, you can give away your body
To eight rhinoceros and
Having dressed yourself in foam and shiver
Fall into a sizzling hot wave.
How does it concern me?
And what do I care?
No, your heart must be mine,
Your heart will return me the spring.
Yes, you can let a speckled bird of doubts
Into your bedroom,
And watch how with fiery wings
It slaps you in the face not letting you fall asleep.
What do I care about your thoughts?
They are just a pitiful thread that binds body and soul.
No, your heart must be mine,
Your heart will return me the spring.
I will follow you everywhere
You won't tell me from the shadow
And if you hide in the grass,
I will pretend to be a sprout.
It is I, lurking unnoticed
In the hour when you're falling asleep.
Your heart must become mine,
Your heart will return me the spring.