In dreams, you come to me suddenly,
You say you’re walking in your garden fair,
And if my wings have grown already,
I’m by your side — in soul and air.
And if there is a God!
White angels flutter above the trees,
They start and share their branches with forgetfulness,
And inside my body, like bright stars’ gleam,
Your children breathe — in hope, they dream.
Yet, if there is a God, may you burn in flame,
And drink the fire from tears of pain,
Never forgive, proud heart, in vain,
And if there is a God — may He love me again,
And if there is a God — may He love me again.
All my friends, long since, have paired,
And have their tender children near,
Only for me, like a drunken horde,
This homeless truth still wanders here.
Yet, if there is a God, may you burn in flame,
And drink the fire from tears of pain,
Never forgive, proud heart, in vain,
And if there is a God — may He love me again,
And if there is a God — may He love me again.
