Someone is at the door again, my weeping heart, no, no
Perhaps a passerby, who will go somewhere
The night has passed, waiting, the star-dust is
Sleepy candle-flames are flickering in distant
Every pathway has passed into sleep, tired of
Alien dust has smudged all traces of
Blow out the candles, let the wine and cup
Close and lock your sleepless
No one, no one will come here now.
