O, heart, naive heart, O, heart, naive heart,
What longing stirs? What seeking starts?
O, heart, naive heart, O, heart, naive heart,
What longing stirs? What seeking starts?
O, heart, naive.
Why do we wander, why do we roam,
Through deserts vast, alone?
It seems the wave, it thirsts and craves,
Within its river's home.
What is this maze, why this unrest?
A shadow's form, what does it do?
O, heart, naive heart, O, heart, naive heart,
What longing stirs? What seeking starts?
What judgment calls? What tribulation?
We cannot say whose dream it is.
Life, it seems lost, it lost its way,
Bewildered, at a standstill.
The earth is hushed, the sky is still,
Then this pulse, what beats anew?
O, heart, naive heart, O, heart, naive heart.
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