It is in the very heart
lie dwells, and deceit
How can I speak of it
wisely, with gentleness?
Can't undo
or change the name
before you may be forgiven
bite your hood for shame
I swear I never
wanted to hurt
but wherever I look now
and if I pray
So I hurt you
The night is still,
but the sinner is awake
and the hour of the wolf here
I have said I love you;
it is also true. a wolf
would also do it
for its own sake
In my solitude -
for no one else knows -
I love both
and am tormented by that -
without a punishment and
without a debt?
Only one thing I remember, is
that the wolf hour exists.
May I come to you?
Just a little while.
Luther has gone home and
I want to kiss your mouth.
Then I will decide -
there is still time.
I see what that happens,
it's my life.
I swear I never
wanted to hurt
but wherever I look now
and wherever I pray
So I hurt you
The night is still,
but the sinner is awake
and the wolf hour here
In my loneliness -
for no one else knows -
I love both
and am tormented by it -
without a punishment and
without a guilt?
Only one thing I remember, is
that the wolf hour exists.
Before this day
I saw myself as a lamb
and so I want to be
and so I want to become
I want to settle equally,
that it will give fold
and now the sun rises
and the wolf hour flees