In the river of longing, I washed my veil,
In the river of longing, I washed my veil,
In the river of longing, washed and cleansed,
My love, a stranger, gone far, far away.
In the river of longing, I washed my veil.
Eyes met, and I was stolen away,
At the sacred well, I was stolen away,
Eyes met, and I was stolen away,
At the sacred well, I was stolen away,
Foreign love, in your embrace, my heart was stolen.
Foreign love, in your embrace, my heart was stolen.
In the river of longing, I washed my veil.
My beloved, oh, my beloved,
In your land, there is so much freedom,
Fair faces, oh, fair faces,
On fair faces, shadows of sadness fall.
Come, show your love to me,
Transform the bud into a flower,
Come, show your love to me,
Transform the bud into a flower,
Beloved whispers, "Come, be a dream in my eyes."
Beloved whispers, "Come, be a dream in my eyes."
In the river of longing, I washed my veil.
In the garden of youth, oh, in the garden of youth,
In the garden of youth, spring has arrived,
In the eyes, oh, in the eyes,
In the eyes, a sweet, sweet love,
Eyes met, and I was stolen away,
At the sacred well, I was stolen away,
Eyes met, and I was stolen away,
At the sacred well, I was stolen away,
Foreign love, in your embrace, my heart was stolen.
Foreign love, in your embrace, my heart was stolen.
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