| «Will I ever find the one I"ve waiting for a thousand years?»
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| but the answer to this question lies within the confines of your (hopes and)
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| fears.
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| «Heal me, feel me, reveal and seal me! |
| Shed a light upon my lonely soul!»
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| But there is no-one (no other being) on the outside to make you whole …
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| (scene cut)
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| «Twelve faces shape the unholy circle, one mask for any opportunity.
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| This sphere must remain incomplete …- (as) in its centre the thirteenth mask
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| is me.»
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| If love was something I could feel, at least some kind of cheerfulness …
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| — but i feel nothing, drowned in pain, half-frozen in my emptiness
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| Beyond this veneer of friendless lies my true face, that no-one knows.
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| This mask"s a lie, obvious and sad, my heart is empty and all is cold.
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| The same stage:
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| (on the staircase, some other night)
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| Imagine, what it would be like, if love was really all !!! |
| Then I"
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| d truly be alone without
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| a resting place or a final home, if love was really all …
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| «Confide a secret to me, and I"ll keep it to myself! I"m like a temple built of sadness, trustworthy like a grave …»
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| (scene cut) |