This sorrow was my testimony to your beauty
Look ! I remained a witness till the end,
I who was killed in the darkest lanes.
Its true that not to reach you was fate
but wholl deny that to love you
was entirely in my hands?
When the night of cruelty merged with the roads you had taked,
I came as far as my feet could bring me,
on my lips the phrase of a song,
my heart lit up only by sorrow.
so far away from my words,
you still were beautiful:
color kept clinging to your lips
rapture was still vivid in your hair
light remained silvering in your hands.
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:
I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.
And there where you were crucified,
This sorrow was my testimony to your beauty
Look ! I remained a witness till the end,
I who was killed in the darkest lanes.
Its true that not to reach you was fate
but wholl deny that to love you
was entirely in my hands?
When the night of cruelty merged with the roads you had taked,
I came as far as my feet could bring me,
on my lips the phrase of a song,
my heart lit up only by sorrow.
so far away from my words,
you still were beautiful:
color kept clinging to your lips
rapture was still vivid in your hair
light remained silvering in your hands.
I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:
I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.
I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:
I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.
And there where you were crucified,