Gretchen Am Spinnrade

My peace is gone
My heart is heavy
I can't find it
Anymore
Where I don't have him
Is my grave
The whole world
Is embittered to me

My poor head
Is crazy to me
My poor mind
Is shattered to me

I only look for him
Out the window
I only go for him
Out of the house

His tall walk
His noble figure
The smile of his mouth
The power of his eyes

And the magic flow
Of his speech
His handshake
And oh, his kiss

My bosom yearns
Towards him
I also dare
To touch
And hold him

And kiss him
As I would
At his kisses
I should perish