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I walk so often, late, along the streets Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread Suddenly, silently, you still might rise And I would have to gaze on all your grief With my own eyes While you demand your happiness, that's dead I know, you walk beyond me, every night With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress And walk for money, looking miserable! Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight— You walk, and walk, and find no home at all Where'er you walk Cool gales shall fan the glade Trees wherе you sit Shall crowd into a shade Trees where you sit Shall crowd into a shadе Where'er you tread The blushing flowers shall rise And all things flourish And all things flourish Where'er you turn your eyes I walk so often, late, along the streets SongtexteLower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread Suddenly, silently, you still might rise And I would have to gaze on all your grief With my own eyes While you demand your happiness, that's dead I know, you walk beyond me, every night With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress And walk for money, looking miserable! Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight— You walk, and walk, and find no home at all Aus Songtexte Mania