Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Theatre Of Tragedy

Come in out of the rain thou sayest 
But thou ne'er step'st aside


And I am trapp'd 
A distance there is... 


None, save me and the bodkin 
Pitter-patter on the roof: 
Behold! - 'tis not the rain; thence me it has to be 
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence
Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril 


Thou let'st me be parched
My heart, my heart, my heart
My heart, my hear, my hear
My hear is of frailty 
My pale skin is hued damask
When thou thy tears hast hidden
Come back thou sayest 


There I soon am to be 
But how am I to run 
When my bones, my heart! 
Thou hast me bereaft! 
But run thou sayest
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run 
I run, I run, I run


And there and then 
I behold that a time will come 
When I again dead will be. 
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay 
I leave, I leave, I leave 
I leave, I leave, I leave
I leave with my bodkin 
And my tears in my hands 
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending; 


So by a dint of smite 
I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk. 
In my mind in which is this event, 
But it seems as if naught
Is to change anyway?! 
After all these years 
Thou left'st me down 
In the emotional depths  
The sombre soaked velvet-drape 
Is hung upon me, 
Turning my feelings away 
From our so ignorant world: 
All the beatiful moments shared
Deliberatlely push'd aside - 
...a distance there is...