I should like just one moment more   for my dream of love,   and I would be able to captivate you   with the sweetest song from my heart.   But you do not hear my cry   and perhaps have forgotten when you held me tight   and, amid kisses, whispered to me:   "I shall never forget you!"      My love, if you knew how bitter it is!   Everything here still speaks of you,   I weep and laugh and cry and speak and tremble   and hope, so as not to die!   But meanwhile my tremulous soul   burns with pain   and a dream of love sparks into life:   caresses, kisses, ectasy I shall never know again!      O beloved lips, o hands I adored,   I shall never be able to love like that again!   O dear voice, o heart which opened to me,   why, why did love come to an end?   Love, love, love!