Fly that the birds of the worry and the grief over your head
You cannot change.
But that it nest construct in your hairs
You can prevent that!
If you see through crying the world
If you trust yourself nothing to say.
If in you the good fortune passes
And you only out of despair exist.
If in you the last breath hope passes
the love only in your dream lives
-Then you must fight, are otherwise it too late!
I may mean sense your lips no longer on
But I feel always yet your tender kisses.
I may see your pretty eyes no longer
But I sense always yet your strokeing views.
I may feel your hands no longer
But I sense always yet your delicate contacts.
Everything what remains me
Memories of the beautiful time with you are.
I never will forget you
For I love you!