Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through the nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer have her love, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I long for her love, that’s certain, I still love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long... rather impossible...
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
She thinks..she has left me..
I think of her.. in my every breath..
I would love to die ... thinking of her in my last breath...
