... fool? So unless I want to be foolish

to believe your lips sweet words

my heart drowned in the intoxication only one night

and may you just be a beautiful liar

my executioner, lovely

kissing my face full of cold gentleness

led me on the way to Scharfotte;

so let me die with thanks

let me be foolishly blind and happy

let me drink enough of your poison

one last time

before my heart weeping bravely the tongues of flame

dares to receive

"Look there - it burns, it burns!"

My God

the foolish passed away

with hope in tears.