Aumquam orem dulcem obliviscor de ea somniare non cassavi
Sed quod pulchrior et desiderandios illa somnia sunt ea major tristia mea cum expergiscor
Tamen desiderio noctes illam dulces sed dolorosas, ut regno somnii amorem meum osculis teneris tegere et suun capillium aureum permulcere
Conamen meae mentis spem tepirire interiret per scientia oprimeta
Devoratus per somnium obmutitum, lugen plenus desiderio.
As the lorn nightingales' melodious pain
Dies away through the dusk-impregnated air a sweet
Forgiving silence, delivers me from daily despair.
Dreams of sweetest emotion touch
My heart and smother my daily surpresses cries
While a vision of beauty
Pure and dear inspires me with a glimpse of paradise.
Wandering like a vagabund, expelled from the joys of men
Barred from the pleasure of company I solitary roam the night.
How should I ever summon my courage
When the bitter gale of failure dominates my heart
How should I ever enjoy the glare of the morning
When with the fading of the shadows shelter departs.
As the moon kisses the sea and casts it's glitter
On the water and majestically silence engulfes the lands,
A dream woven of bitterness
Joy and desire stealthfully embraces my solitary heart.
Horis lucis simplex
Crescere, et somniator.
Repudiatur nam sensus
Ab simplice redeor.
Through scies of charming beauty
Up to the stars devine, my mind lifts up enchanted
Casts of all earthly chains
Subdued by nights sensation
Engulfed by sweet temptation
I kiss the seals of slumber and let my spirit dream.
Doubtful thoughts pull back my heart
The flame of delight chases to burn.
For every smile shall wither
The hopeful laughter fade
The cup of joys illusions bashed from the craving lips
And as all hopes are shattered
The last of passions scattered
The gale of bitter failure is all that shall remain.
Cursed by my creator and the spark of existence
So unvoluntary bestowed
Come forth spirits of my solitary past
Emotions of havok and destruction be unleashed.
I wonder if I ever could regain the virtues
I have cast off long ago.
I wonder if my eyes will ever catch a token
Of the sympathy I still crave.
And all emotion of my former days dilute
For I shall learn how to live with the truth
Soon I shall strip off the boundaries of hope
For a caring soul.
Der fluchtig Vergnugungen mude
Der Tag voller qualvollem frust.
Wann mag der einst wohlvertraut friede
Endlich wieder erfullen die Brust
Und als der guldnen Sterne Glanz verging und des
Morgens Rot am Himmel hing da ward des
Nachtens Freud und Bluck zerstoben ein neuer jamervoller
Tag erhoben.
Wohin verflogen der Stunden
Zeit wohin des Nachts verhullnd Barmherzigkeit.
So flieht mein Sinn dem
Bimmel bleich in Trubsinn schwer an Kummer reich.
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