I have some music in my soul.
What happens there I do not know.
Just all my thoughts are near you.
This I can give; I know it is few.
You are like the desert flower of night.
You are waiting for your pretty knight.
The only one who comes and pour
The priceless water on the floor.
He is very strong like Apollo,
He is very gentle like soft fur.
He is not like me and can be loved,
Why are you waiting here in dumb:
You are so young so beautiful
And bound to enjoy this life in full.
He will come one day, believe, I beg.
He will wipe away all these regrets.
So I do have these kinds of hopes.
My girl will find me despite all flaws.
I will thank my holy God
For happiness I am given, but
A fleeting moment in my life,
When French girl looks into my eyes.
I can forget only when death
Comes to take my worthless rags.
When a picture of your face
Appears in the restless brains,
Again I can not help smiling then.
It is not for me, I know that.
My dear Princes Juliane,
I pray to be excused by you
For every word that is not true,
For faking glance or poor smiling.
Your faithful knight is calmly crying…
