They light up candles for me every evening,
Your fumigated image, is so sweet.
But I don’t want to know that time is healing
And everything must pass along with it.

I’ll never know the loss of peace and quiet
For all I had, stored in my soul, for a whole year,
She took along with her when setting out
First for the voyage, then for the trip by air.

I have a desert in my soul, all bare.
Why should you stand like that over my empty soul, all day?
I’ve got song snatches and a web in there,
And nothing more, - she’s taken all away.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

My soul has roads without destinations,
Just search it, and you’ll find for once
Some phrases and unfinished conversations,
The rest is taken up by Paris, France.

They light up candles for me every evening,
Your fumigated image, is so sweet.
But I don’t want to know that time is healing,
It doesn’t heal but lacerates my feeling
For everything must pass along with it.