Hier meine einge-englischte Version
Be easy, pain, and settle softly down,
you called for dusk, it lowers and is here,
a veil of darkness settles on the town,
offering peace to some, to others fear.
And while the common masses held in thrall
under the whip of pitiless pleasure sway
and reap remorse at any festival
give me your hand and let us go away
and far from here. In dusty robes you see
the dead years hang from heaven´s balcony,
and watch regret stir smiling in the deep.
A withering sun lies slouched beneath an arch.
And listen, darling, like a shroud that sweeps
across the east, deep night is on the march.
Be easy, pain, and settle softly down,
you called for dusk, it lowers and is here,
a veil of darkness settles on the town,
offering peace to some, to others fear.
And while the common masses held in thrall
under the whip of pitiless pleasure sway
and reap remorse at any festival
give me your hand and let us go away
and far from here. In dusty robes you see
the dead years hang from heaven´s balcony,
and watch regret stir smiling in the deep.
A withering sun lies slouched beneath an arch.
And listen, darling, like a shroud that sweeps
across the east, deep night is on the march.
Never sigh for a better world it`s already composed, played and told