Clouds thickened, from the grove of the rumble,
Sitting a virgin on the shore,
And a wave, wave beats with force,
Virgin sighs, and night is black,
The eyes are blurred by the wine.
The heart is broken, and the world is empty,
Long and forever cooled to prayers.
Oh my God! Take eternal sleep to the kingdom,
I enjoyed the earthly enjoyment,
I lived, lived and loved!
In vain a tear flowed down his cheek,
Your crying will not wake the dead forever;
In everything that will relieve pain in the chest,
When the pleasure of love is behind,
I can’t refuse you.
Let the tears flow in vain on the cheek,
Let the crying not wake up the dead forever!
The sweetest happiness of the mourning chest,
When the pleasure of love is behind, –
Heart tears and flour.
Translated from German Dark Lord
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