Let my heart die,
Let it break and fall, breaking to pieces…
For as it is, my “poor heart” is
Making me die of pain; I do not lie…

What a cruel joke of fate:
By wanting to hurt you,
For I thought you hurt me too,
I hurt myself, bit my own bait…

Where are you, my love
When I want to destroy you?...
Come to me… talk to me, why don’t you?
I promise there shall again be no silken glove…

Come and love me, come and lie,
Come and show it, a ghost of what it once was!
Sinner! Madman… demon of torment that never has
Been worthy of this title so high…

Come and tell me how wrong and stupid I am,
Come and change my mind and prove me wrong…
Come and be scared of what I have become.
Come and stop this shame…