I woke up from your dream.
In the first sweet sleep at night,
When the wind is getting smaller and smaller,
The stars are shining.
I woke up from your dream,
A soul is at my feet
Guide me.-who knows what's going on -
Dear, come to your window!
The wandering air in which they fainted.
In the dark, a silent stream,-
The smell of champagne disappeared.
Like a sweet thought in a dream,
The nightingale's complaint,
It died in her heart,
Because I have to die at your hands,
Ah, dear you!
Ah, lift me up from the grass!
I'm dead, I fainted, I fell down!
Let your love fall in a kiss
On my pale lips and eyelids,
My cheeks are cold and white, alas!
My heart is beating fast and loud.
Oh! And put it next to yours,
Where it will eventually break!