Lyrics: Abed Azrié
Music: Abed Azrié
Of sweet sleep lost
In her estrangement,
She goes unaware.
Would she could see,
If she would, this state
Of love and pain,
would
She would pity me.
Within my inmost tortures,
The world discerns her form.
Yet, in my unwavering gaze,
She stays and stays engraved.