| Now and then I’m scared when I seem to forget, | 
| How sounds become words, or even sentences | 
| No, I don’t speak anymore, and what could I say | 
| Since no-one is there and there’s nothing to say | 
| So I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone | 
| Listening to the lack of light, or sound | 
| Or someone to talk to, for something to share | 
| But there is no hope and no-one is there | 
| No, no no — Not one living soul | 
| And there’s nothing left to say | 
| In darkness I lie, all alone by myself | 
| Sleeping most of the time to endure the pain | 
| I am not breathing a word | 
| I have not spoken for weeks | 
| And yet the mistress inside of me Is (secretly) straining her ears | 
| But there is no-one and it seems to me at times | 
| The every passing hour | 
| Another word is leaving my mind | 
| I am the mistress of loneliness | 
| My court is deserted but I do not care | 
| The presence of people is ugly and cold | 
| And something I can neither want nor bare | 
| So I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone | 
| Listening to the lack of light, or sound | 
| Or someone to talk to, for something to share | 
| But there is no hope and no-one is there | 
| No, I don’t speak anymore, and what should I say | 
| Since no-one is there and there’s nothing to say | 
| All is oppressive, alles ist schwer | 
| There is no-one and no-one is there |