[00:06.92]Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
[00:10.82]Write, for example,
[00:12.49]'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'“
[00:17.33]The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
[00:20.14]Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
[00:22.07]I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
[00:26.34]Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
[00:33.97]I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
[00:37.36]She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
[00:41.57]How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
[00:45.48]Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
[00:47.83]To think that I do not have her.  To feel that I have lost her.
[00:55.47]To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
[00:59.96]And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
[01:08.66]What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
[01:11.90]The night is shattered and she is not with me.
[01:15.06]This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
[01:18.25]My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
[01:23.44]My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
[01:28.78]My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
[01:33.78]The same night whitening the same trees.
[01:38.33]We, of that time, are no longer the same.
[01:40.88]I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
[01:46.56]My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
[01:50.77]Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
[01:56.48]Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
[02:01.24]I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
[02:09.06]Love is so short; forgetting is so long.
[02:13.05]Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
[02:18.13]my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
[02:23.21]Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
[02:27.03]and these the last verses that I write for her.