You said -
When you don’t see me,
you were thinking about me,
but I don’t seem to care,
when you are away.
I only think of you when I am
looking into your eyes.
And asked,
where the hell are you?

Noticed when -
A piece of sunrise from the other
side of the earth, shining upon your
mid-night window.
Light up your depressing eyes,
your pale face, broken smile.
And my dear,
if you ever found yourself
wearing a smile out from nowhere –
it would be me,
missing you from the distance,
and smiling.

I said -
What you are not seeing
is what’s happening now,
genau hier.

Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
Epithalamium.
O, hurry over the dark lands
And run upon the sea
For seas and lands shall not divide us
My love and me.

Now, wind, of your good courtesy
I pray you go,
And come into her little garden
And sing at her window;
Singing: The bridal wind is blowing
For Love is at his noon;
And soon will your true love be with you,
Soon, O soon.

Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.