As soon as I am left alone
the devil wanders into my soul
and I pretend to myself –
I pretend to myself
I go out to the old mile-stone
insanely expecting you to come there
knowing that I wait for you there –
that I wait for you there
Come here at once!
Come on a night with no moon
because all of my being is now pining –
all of my being is now pining
What formerly cheered me now seems insignificant