I walk through this night And the path has no light Starres out of reach This night alone And the wind sighs the emptiness The pain immense The wish of your nearness This night alone There 's no light And time has but a poisoned knife Of grief For me Forever For us Thy fragile hand Thy tearful black eyes full of sorrow How I long for your embrace In these woods Near the path This night alone Heaven waits not for me And the starres have no light
Longue est une nuit, plus longue la suivante Comment pourrais-je attendre une troisi¨me durant? Un mois, bien souvent, me semblait moins long Que cette nuit d 'attente
