I wish my pain would flow into a single word
Ignaz Brüll
I wish my pain would flow
Into a single word,
Which I'd give to the merry winds,
Who would carry it merrily along.
They would carry it to you, my beloved,
The pain-filled word;
You hear it always,
You hear it everywhere.
And scarcely have you closed your eyes
To night-time slumbers,
My word will follow you,
Into your deepest dream.