The exhausted world sighs of confusion,

The pink even streams oblivion …

We were parted by shadows, not people,

Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine!

Walls are towering, in a fog dressing,

Spear was dropped without strength by the sun …

In the evening world I’m cold. Where are you,

Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine?

You will not hear. The walls are encroaching,

All things blend into one, all dies down …

Nothing did, does, will substitute for you,

Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine!