The Song of the Dead Nightingales

Monotonous days flash by All my days are filled with the same pain As if roses were falling And nightingales were dying But she, too, is sad The love that commanded me And beneath her satin skin Poisoned blood runs Night, I beg you, don't torment me! My fate is too heavy as it is Wouldn't I have left her long ago If only I could? And if I live in this world It is only because of a dream Both of us, like blind children Let's go to the mountain ranges Where there are only dreams Into the world of the whitest clouds To seek withered roses And listen to dead nightingales Night, I beg you, don't torment me! My fate is too heavy as it is Wouldn't I have left her long ago If only I could?