wiege.
you gave me your heart, you know?
you'd like me to hand it back, whole again,
but i won't.
you'll live a long time,
yet an eternity without me.
you will look into the faces of passers by,
hoping for something that will for an instance
bring me back to you.
you will find moonlit nights strangely
empty because when you'll call my name
through them there will be no answer.
always your heart will be aching for me,
and your mind will give you the doubtful
consolation that you did a brave thing.