Conquests of a dreamer
Longings for good love
Distant dreams asleep
In beds of a wounded soul
Oh my poor wounded soul
For a dagger of illusion
Perhaps I won’t be able to hug you?
Perhaps it will only be my agony!
Stay here quiet
As such a wounded bird
With broken wings in melancholy
I want to fly very high
Reach your arms one day
Tell you how much I love you
Sweet love of my life
I feel my soul asleep
Missing you every day
I would like to fly very high
Like a swallow
Where the sea awaits me
Where there is no pain or thorns
I am not a charming woman
I’m just a crying girl
That at night I sing
My song of agony