And when Zarah laughs,
She is young and beautiful
When she dreams,
No one can understand her
For she dreams in the 'here',
However it pleases her
With much light and very slowly, she will go
Zarah has never
Seen the truth,
That has never
Interested her
In her white dress,
We often saw her standing,
And her/our eyes
Were fascinated
Zarah in chains,
Not even the wind tells of her song,
Nor of what there never was
And what will never be
Zarah in the dark,
And it will never be bright again
This grief blinds her,
She can no loner recognize anything
And when Zarah dances,
She is all alone,
For never before did she go out dancing
Only in her world
Was she big and strong,
But her world she never left
Then she would gladly
Have seen the truth,
But it was too late,
The door was closed
In her black dress,
I have seen her,
And her/my eyes
Were restless