And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,on silent wings the night comes from there,as my heart longs to thee...
...for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,its leafs have withered, it ceased to grow - left in me is woe.
The wine of love, is o so sweet, but bitter is regret,I knew at sunset I would meet the ascending veils of dread.
Before my eyes nocturnal curtains fall,The dark and gentle haze of the night, greedily devours all.
The Night:"Woe to him whose heart is filled with bitter rue and who drowns in grief"
In the silence of the night I loose myself,it makes me drunken with its sweet blue sound.
In the drunk'ness of solitudeI fear no more the solemn realms of deathNo single sigh from my lips as I drink the wine of bitternessMy heart is aching nevermorefor I know that all may endJust I and the poetry of the nightNow forever one....
Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one,The ensemble of silence plays so beautiful for me...