When I die of this love
Come ... carve “fool”
On my grey stone

I walk a coward’s path
I am only beautiful
When I am alone

I know now there is a cure
That God does not possess
It is him! And not me!
Whom should step forward and confess

Though I never told you a lie
My reward was not the truth
Because our love got lost and so
At middle age I am finally sick of youth,

The outline of my soul is missing
You left me behind without
Letting go of my hand.

And now what is the order of the day?
For I am flying in the disorder of the night
A bird that knows not where to land.