With all my might I try to block you,
keep you from my thoughts.
It works nicely until I hear someone say that love is in her soul in the evening
Then the tears come, in a continuous stream
They purify my heart and they clear my misty thinking.
I see clearly again what must always remain clear to me; YOU dear love, you who possess my heart
You who sit down with me in bed at nighttime
I feel your warmth, tangible and at the same time elusive
Where are you now, what are you doing now, and when will I see you again?
Does that matter? No, because you are, and I am
We are and will always be
Wherever in the world