The wise man said: “Sensibility, not knowledge,
is what is needed”.
These words I’ve pondered and now I’ve heeded.
The early sun has brought the light,
but when I look at you I get a fright;
you are not the one you used to be,
you’re in your black hole for, it seems, eternity.
Your depression is making you feel so blue,
I love you so much, for you are you.
I want you out from your deep, black hole,
I want you to be happy in body and soul,
this will happen in its own good time,
you are so innocent, you’ve done no crime;
look in my eyes and see the real me,
my love is exclusively only for thee.
If ever I find out that you might fail,
against the gods I will mightily rail,
why don’t you go to your bed and lie,
if I ever did lose you, I would only want to die;
in the olden days you were always bright,
now you are a pitiful sight;
if I ever were able to tell my tale
we would be in a boat and we would sail
to the top of the world, then to the sky,
- this is a fantasy, for seeing you I cry,
you sleep in your bed, but your mood is low,
I never, ever dreamt that it would be so.
Don’t be depressed, that is all I say
I love you, my darling, as on your bed you lay,
knowing your depression, fills me with fear,
I cherish you so much as I shed a tear.
I want you to be happy under the sky
but your moods are so low instead of being high;
it was always such pleasure with you to lie
but now this condition makes me want to die,
so now my dear precious as you still lay,
I love you, I love you: that’s all I want to say.