Listen, how it plays in mournful tune— this song of sorrow in my heart! I go on digging graves alone, so this was how it had to end!
I had a basket full of heartache, brimming with tears from both my eyes; it was my turn to touch and wake you, but you—you joined some other side!
Let the heart's parched stubble wither, let love's ailments heal at last; all the fools who can't read hurt— they'll never know love's happiness!
Anguish filled me to the brim, no joy in mind—just wordless pain was all there was; that's what suited us, you see! What we had was never love—just fairy tales!