Hör' ich das Liedchen klingen
My Beloved used to sing a Song

Dichterliebe A Poet's Love


My beloved used to sing a song,
Now I hear that song again
And feel as if I would explode,
Such agony is the pain.

I rush away, up through the wood,
Driven by some strange desire.
I stop and shed the flood of tears
That quench the searing fire.