Here I stand Beside you ,still I somehow stand apart. I'm burdened in my spirit,a stone is weighing down my heart. I'm riddled in my depths by this half-heartedness.
When I spoke with you today. I didn't know what to say. It's been so long, so long. I said I'm doing fine. But what haunts my troubled mind. Is where it all went wrong, so wrong.
When through the starry night. the mists of autumn glide. the air is filled with tragedies of olden times. . Where with a dreadful tone. a nightbird plays its song.
When shadows grow longer. and the sun sets for the forthcoming night;. our sorrow is stronger. as darkness and death are now near by our side.. . Many a sun will set and tears of grief will be shed....
When shadows grow longer. and the sun sets for the forthcoming night;. our sorrow is stronger. as darkness and death are now near by our side.. Many a sun will set and tears of grief will be shed....
I am floating on thoughts of you. Fulfilled with warmth inside. Now alone, I'm still grasping your body. It's amazing how you already rule. my world, it's been just a night.
Schön ist der Wald, wenn der Tag sich neigt,. wenn feiner Nebel hoch vom moosgen Boden steigt.. Und Vöglein singen sacht zum Ruhgeleit -. dann mirs die Brust vor arger Schwere feit..
Still, still war die Nacht,. nur reget sich sacht -. von Dunste bedeckt,. ein See tief im Walde,. im Schilfe, die Schwäne,. ihr Wehklagen hallte..... Die Maid indes irrte.
Wo schmerzlich Zeit musst heftig wogen,. da thronet ein erforner Bogen.. Stille bereitet sich endlich an,. müden Wandrern zart zu nahn.. Kein Lichtstrahl trifft die Schatten hier hinein,.
Wo silbern Wasser rauschen,. Zeit lange schon verbannt -. da sitzt er auf altem Steine,. die Fidel in der Hand.. Lässt wundersam sie klingen,. nun lausche ihm gebannt......
't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh. still a warm sun did colour the sky. The meadows did shine in a strange golden light. and vales did forth the soft haze of night.
Bes till, O wand'rer!. Dost thou not hear the sad song of night?. How the wind does beckon thee to the rest of a while. and to lend him thine ear?. . What woeful tale does it tell tonight?.
It's never cold in California. But suddenly a chill is in the air. A painful note that says it's over. There's nothing left but love that wasn't there.
And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,. on silent wings the night comes from there,. as my heart longs to thee.... . ...for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,.
It's hiding just underneath the surface. It's in between the wishes and what you fear. It creeps in then it disappears. Unguarded, what was concealed discarded it's yours to steal.
...and many a moon shall rise.... ...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night. Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light.. Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart,.
Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine.... Sweep me away, into the vale of thine!. Where sorrow's strong and so is joy.. . Melancholy - still my desire, O let my heart by thee inspire....
Meagre trees in the shrouds,. as olde as the stones..... Mourners of abandond love,. fornever their woes shall grow silent.. . O how many times may the moon has shone -.
A night of december so dark and cold,. I walked a path ages old. The moon amongst the clouds revealed. lightning valleys, forest and field. . Embraced by silence I wandered the moor.