Chopin Waltz
Otto Vrieslander
As a bleached drop of blood
Stains a sufferer's lips,
So lurks within this music
The lure of annihilation.
In untamed strains the chords disorder
Despair's icy dream-
As a bleached drop of blood
Stains a sufferer's lips.
Fierce, exulting, sweet, and yearning,
Melancholy dismal waltzes,
You cling to my consciousness,
You are borne on my thoughts
Like a bleached drop of blood.