It’s so hazy The mirror’s reluctant to show reflection.
I can’t see my face, I can only pretend.
And dancers Are tired of feigning affection.
But still I must sing my song to the end.

All notes have already been played
in flashes.
The wine in the glass has burned down
to ashes.

The fleeting desire to speak
has passed,
And now I should quietly drink
my glass.

Fora while The cold winter sun hasn’t smiled,
And souls have been frozen beneath the ice.
I know: Awaiting the spring is so futile.
And memories of sunshine no longer suffice.

The vital notes all have been played
in flashes.
The wine in the glass has burned down
to ashes.

The fleeting desire to speak
has passed.
And all I can do is just drink
my glass.

The music Is limping. They’re missing their notes.
I’m caught in this circle. The trap soon will spring.
Keep smiling! I’m going to leave at the close.
But still I must sing what I came here to sing.

The vital notes all have been played
in flashes.
The wine in the glass it has burned
to ashes.

The chill of the mirrors’ caress...
impasse!
And now I should silently drink
my glass.
Or maybe I better just smash my glass.