Ransoms...

When in the mist of dark nights wanders my soul,

 

can the tears of blood I shed in the woods be sowed?

 

Will it sprout into something that can vanquish sorrow?

 

Only then shall I let my pain flood out and let my eyes pour.

 

 

When my heart commits the sin of love

 

it’s me who perishes instead of my heart.

 

If my heart doesn’t cause any discomfort,

 

only then, again shall I dare to fall in love!

 

 

When you came you were a stranger, as a stranger you left.

 

With you came a very dear friend, who was meant to be kept.

 

Now tell me, can my life be protected of such deceitful theft?

 

Only then shall I befriend strangers, though they leave me bereft.