To know once that this will last forever,
(and) is not rush that already sued the night,
is not color bloom nor candle flicker,
by the grey of morning long chased off.

To capture once, to feel deep in the bloodstream,
This is mine and it's only through you.
No more cooling my forehead on the windowpane,
heavy did a fog-cloud pass it by.

To capture once, to feel deep in the bloodstream,
This is mine and it's only through you;
Laments a bird, but, oh, my plumage too,
Wets the rain; I fly through the world.