Her Answer

When will the hour come when you, as a bride,

Will stand with me in white satin garments?

"When the streams return to their sources,

The raven whistles the song of the nightingales."

Did you not love me in the past,

Was your heart not inclined to mine?

"My heart was full of you, but it has obtained

For its reward only sorrow, sorrow forever."

Can the once-faded morning hour,

Since everything revives in nature,

Not color the horizon with a new day?

What has happened once can never happen again,

One can tear a leaf to pieces only once,

And what the fire obtains, the fire devours."

When will the hour come when you, as a bride,

Will stand with me in white satin garments?

"When the streams return to their sources,

The raven whistles the song of the nightingales."

Did you not love me in the past,

Was your heart not inclined to mine?

"My heart was full of you, but it has obtained

For its reward only sorrow, sorrow forever."

Can the once-faded morning hour,

Since everything revives in nature,

Not color the horizon with a new day?

What has happened once can never happen again,

One can tear a leaf to pieces only once,

And what the fire obtains, the fire devours."

When will the hour come when you, as a bride,

Will stand with me in white satin garments?

"When the streams return to their sources,

The raven whistles the song of the nightingales."

Did you not love me in the past,

Was your heart not inclined to mine?

"My heart was full of you, but it has obtained

For its reward only sorrow, sorrow forever."

Can the once-faded morning hour,

Since everything revives in nature,

Not color the horizon with a new day?

What has happened once can never happen again,

One can tear a leaf to pieces only once,

And what the fire obtains, the fire devours."