So empty is my heart…
As if, she never loved and hoped;
As if, she has stopped…
What love will make her start?
So empty is my heart…
Ah! —so tired is her beating!
I sense her silently screaming:
‘I am a broken heart!
—Give my life the joy in rhythm:
Kill me not before the End!
Don’t you see that I am dead,
When my love belongs to them? ‘
So empty is my heart…
One day, she will understand: —
I had to kill her love, —instead
From my life I to depart.
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