Blaue Stunde [English translation]

At that hour, as she appeared to me,

The sky was still and blue there.

And the pale light of dawn outlined

Her head adorned by the morning dew.

Her fairy-like limbs were white as the moon

Her hair was like made of gold.

And I was terrified that the hour will end again

With the starry night.

Her beauty is felt through the time.

Her red mouth will accompany me forever.

The hour passed, the beauty had to flee away,

Her image tail off in the dawn twilight.

Now I have to move forward with the days,

Though she remains an old dream.

Since that time I have heard her sweet news

Wonderful in everything.

I still secretly think of the blue hour

And don't know whether it ever was.