That was the day of white chrysanthemums
Gottfried Katzenschlager
That was the day of white chrysanthemums;
I almost trembled before its glory...
And then, then you came to me to take my soul
Deep in the night.
I felt so anxious, and you came so lovingly and gently;
I had just been thinking about you in a dream.
You came, and softly, like a fairy tale,
the night resounded.