Aumquam orem dulcem obliviscor de ea somniare non
cassavi. Sed quod pulchrior et desiderandios illa
somnia sunt ea major tristia mea cum expergiscor.
Tamen desiderio noctes illam dulces sed dolorosas,
ut regno somnii amorem meum osculis teneris tegere
et suun capillium aureum permulcere. Conamen meae
mentis spem tepirire interiret per scientia
oprimeta. Devoratus per somnium obmutitum, lugen
plenus desiderio. As the lorn nightingales'
melodious pain, dies away through the
dusk-impregnated air a sweet, forgiving silence,
delivers me from daily despair. Dreams of sweetest
emotion touch my heart and smother my daily
surpresses cries, while a vision of beauty, pure
and dear inspires me with a glimpse of paradise.
Wandering like a vagabund, expelled from the joys
of men. Barred from the pleasure of company I
solitary roam the night. How should I ever summon
my courage, when the bitter gale of failure
dominates my heart. How should I ever enjoy the
glare of the morning, when with the fading of the
shadows shelter departs. As the moon kisses the
sea and casts it's glitter on the water and
majestically silence engulfes the lands, a dream
woven of bitterness, joy and desire stealthfully
embraces my solitary heart. Horis lucis simplex
crescere, et somniator. Repudiatur nam sensus ab
simplice redeor. Through scies of charming beauty,
up to the stars devine, my mind lifts up
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nights sensation, engulfed by sweet temptation I
kiss the seals of slumber and let my spirit dream.
Doubtful thoughts pull back my heart. The flame of
delight chases to burn. For every smile shall
wither, the hopeful laughter fade, the cup of joys
illusions bashed from the craving lips. And as all
hopes are shattered, the last of passions
scattered, the gale of bitter failure is all that
shall remain. Cursed by my creator and the spark
of existence, so unvoluntary bestowed. Come forth
spirits of my solitary past, emotions of havok and
destruction be unleashed. I wonder if I ever could
regain the virtues I have cast off long ago. I
wonder if my eyes will ever catch a token of the
sympathy I still crave. And all emotion of my
former days dilute. For I shall learn how to live
with the truth. Soon I shall strip off the
boundaries of hope. For a caring soul. Der
fluchtig Vergnugungen mude, der Tag voller
qualvollem frust. Wann mag der einst wohlvertraut
friede, endlich wieder erfullen die Brust. Und als
der guldnen Sterne Glanz verging und des Morgens
Rot am Himmel hing da ward des Nachtens Freud und
Bluck zerstoben ein neuer jamervoller Tag erhoben.
Wohin verflogen der Stunden Zeit wohin des Nachts
verhullnd Barmherzigkeit. So flieht mein Sinn dem
Bimmel bleich in Trubsinn schwer an Kummer reich.