The shadows play hide and seek
Dreams are too timid
Sandman shows no clemency
Sleep is a captive princess in the stone castle
Who is this woman who lays next to me?
Do I know her? She has so changed.
Her perfume was never this?
She even smells different
As to me she often was indifferent
Vanity or pride the stronger
I think staring out of my cage

Far away I see two figures
Fused in each other, must be lovers.
Hand in hands, silver figures of delight
Drenched in full moon
Like an unasked boon
Happiness crept in to crevices
of my desert dry heart.
Was it me and my love?
My lost love, my beloved lover

Under the passionate Andalusian sun
I hear the altar bells ringing
My love in snow white gown
Invited half my town
They were all there the groom
The bride, the best man, the flowergirls
For two years they were all there
With an act that put Judas to ignominy