Gretchen Am Spinnrade
Franz Schubert
Gretchen at the Spinning Wheel
My peace is gone
My heart is heavy
I can't find it
Anymore
Where I don't have him
Is my grave
The whole world
Is embittered to me
My poor head
Is crazy to me
My poor mind
Is shattered to me
I only look for him
Out the window
I only go for him
Out of the house
His tall walk
His noble figure
The smile of his mouth
The power of his eyes
And the magic flow
Of his speech
His handshake
And oh, his kiss
My bosom yearns
Towards him
I also dare
To touch
And hold him
And kiss him
As I would
At his kisses
I should perish
