Oh, how stone became for me this world,
world, which once in my heart I liked to carry so.
Oh, where has gone the rare flower,
whose thorns haven´t stooped to throttle my soul.
My hopes faded and my longings feel into oblivion.
I loved for love, but the dream became only suffering for me.
In bottomless despair change my eyes belief and waiting,
in tears is drowned my past and my eyes the joy isn´t yet,
only ufilled longings.
Oh, tragedy,
the mother of my gloomy fate,
I can´t laugh,
when my yarn of life
from sadness you began to weave.
I´m afraid, afraid of new day,
this endlessly bitter pilgrimage trought uncertainty.
My heart dies in palm of anxiety and distress
and my live faves veiled in vexing emptiness.
My hopes faved and my longings fell into oblivion...
world, which once in my heart I liked to carry so.
Oh, where has gone the rare flower,
whose thorns haven´t stooped to throttle my soul.
My hopes faded and my longings feel into oblivion.
I loved for love, but the dream became only suffering for me.
In bottomless despair change my eyes belief and waiting,
in tears is drowned my past and my eyes the joy isn´t yet,
only ufilled longings.
Oh, tragedy,
the mother of my gloomy fate,
I can´t laugh,
when my yarn of life
from sadness you began to weave.
I´m afraid, afraid of new day,
this endlessly bitter pilgrimage trought uncertainty.
My heart dies in palm of anxiety and distress
and my live faves veiled in vexing emptiness.
My hopes faved and my longings fell into oblivion...