And now I leave
this wonderful place
only to hope
to come back again

A place so great
that no one can tell
of the feeling of joy
that all is well

Then leaving now
I feel this sickness
growing up in me
that none can tell

A sickness of heart
a plague of soul
who shall ever
know where it starts

Strong as drink
or deadly poison
I sip from this cup
of mortal despair

Who can cure my heart
or fix my soul
except the one
who broke it