Just a few words was all it took
To shatter all my clear, crystal flowers

The ones my heart had moulded to shape
through those soft mystical dreams I saw

Those which held the fantasies of my heart
which was all I had in my life about my love

To let it known was a tortured thought
in my mind for the past era of my existence

And now, they say no to it all – my dear
No to my love, to my dreams, to my existence…

But why, though I ask, no quenching reply awaits
my thirsty ears, my thirsty eyes, my thirsty life.