I'd one like to hear from your own lips
whether you seized the sun
or that happiness you hoped for...
Are you only seeing it in a mirror of slumber now?
I'd once like to hear from your own lips
whether you'll ever drink from my goblet again too
or has our love-story ended?
Even the river of oblivion has a bank on both sides,
even on the river of oblivion flow can stop for a moment,
even on the river of oblivion time will once create a bridge
and bring you to me again.
I'd one like to hear from your own lips
whether the past still b(l)inds your eyes,
whether to catch the uncatchable even now
your palms furtively yearn to.
I'd once like to hear from your own lips
whether spring weaves night to be days
or has our love-story ended?
Even the river of oblivion has a bank on both sides,
even on the river of oblivion flow can stop for a moment,
even on the river of oblivion time will once create a bridge
and bring you to me again.
Even on the river of oblivion time will once create a bridge
and bring you to me again.
Even the river of oblivion has a bank on both sides,
even on the river of oblivion flow can stop for a moment,
even on the river of oblivion time will once create a bridge
and bring you to me again.
And bring you to me again.