"Come in out of the rain," thou sayest
But thou never steppest aside
And I'm trapped, I'm trapped
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin
Pitter-patter on the roof
Behold, 'tis not the rain
Thence me it has to be
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear
Thou hast heeded that I'm of innocence
And thou lettest thy lass into peril
Thou lettest me be parched
My heart, my heart, my heart
My heart, my heart, my heart
My heart is of frailty
My pale skin is hued damask
"When thou thy tears hast hidden, come back," thou sayest
There I soon am to be
But how am I to run when my bones, my heart
Thou hast me bereft?
"But run," thou sayest
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
And there and then I behold that a time will come
When I again dead will be
Thou tellest me to leave without delay
I leave, I leave
I leave, I leave
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hand
Lo, the shadows, the sky descending
So by a dint of smite, I gait
Before I run and melt together with dusk
In my minds in which is this event
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway
After all these years, thou left me down in the emotional depths
The sombre-soaked velvet drape is hung upon me
Turning my feelings away (turning my feelings away)
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately pushed aside
After all these years, thou left me down in the emotional depth
The sombre-soaked velvet drape is hung upon me
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately pushed aside
A distance there is...
A distance there is...