Translation of the song lyrics Koma - Lacrimosa

Koma (original)

Zu früh — zu tief — zu jung — zu viel
Zu bald — zu schnell — zu spät genug
Zu viel — zu früh — zu spät genug
Täler ohne Berge und Berge ohne Gipfel
Flügel ohne Engel — Weinen ohne Lachen
Ein Herz ohne Liebe — ein Leben ohne Tod
Ich vergesse keines jener Worte
Aus dem Koma meiner Seele
Gibt es keine Türe ins Licht
Keine frische Luft
Die meinen Geist umspielt
Adern — Die wie Äste aus meinem Körper treiben
Mich umschlingen
Und mir jede Bewegung verbieten
Ich steige auf zum Himmel
Und verliere mich im Himmel
Doch das Blau zerreisst — Das Grau bricht ein
Die Schatten fallen über mich
Ich warte hier — ich warte hier
Ich warte hier…
Damit auch ich noch etwas spüre
Suche ich die Flamme
Die mein Herz verbrennt
Damit auch ich noch etwas höre
Suche ich die Stille
Die mich ruft und kennt
Ganz egal wie sehr ich mich auch winde
Wie weit ich laufe — wie hoch ich fliege
Meine Seele liegt im Koma
Das Leben stürmt an mir vorbei
Ich verharre in meiner Einsamkeit
Aus dem Koma meiner Seele
Gibt es keine Türe ins Licht
Keine frische Luft
Die meinen Geist umspielt
Too early — too deep — too young — too much
Too soon — too fast — too late enough
Too much — too early — too late enough
Valleys without mountains &mountains without summits
Wings without angels — crying without laughing
A heart without love — a life without death
I forget none of those words
From the coma of my soul
There is no doorway into the light
No fresh air
To caress my spirit
Veins — branching out from my body
In entwining embrace
Constricting every movement
I rise into the air
And lose myself in the sky
But the blue is rent apart — the grey breaks through
Shadows fall on me
I wait here — I wait here
I wait here…
So that I — too — can still feel something
I look for the flame
That burns my heart
So that I — too — can still hear something
I look for silence
That calls and knows me
No matter how I writhe
How far I run — how high I fly
My soul lies in coma
Life rushes by me
I persist in my loneliness
From the coma of my soul
There is no doorway into the light
No fresh air
To caress my spirit

(translation)

Too early — too deep — too young — too much
Too soon — too soon — too late enough
Too much — too soon — too late enough
Valleys without mountains and mountains without peaks
Wings without angels — crying without laughter
A heart without love — a life without death
I don't forget any of those words
From the coma of my soul
Is there no door into the light
No fresh air
that surrounds my spirit
Veins — Shooting out of my body like branches
embrace me
And forbid me to move
I rise to heaven
And lose me in heaven
But the blue tears — the gray collapses
The shadows fall over me
I'm waiting here - I'm waiting here
I'll wait here…
So that I can still feel something
I'm looking for the flame
That burns my heart
So that I can hear something too
I'm looking for the silence
who calls and knows me
No matter how hard I squirm
How far I run — how high I fly
My soul is in a coma
Life rushes past me
I remain in my solitude
From the coma of my soul
Is there no door into the light
No fresh air
that surrounds my spirit
Too early — too deep — too young — too much
Too soon — too fast — too late enough
Too much — too early — too late enough
Valleys without mountains & mountains without summits
Wings without angels — crying without laughing
A heart without love — a life without death
I forget none of those words
From the coma of my soul
There is no doorway into the light
No fresh air
To caress my spirit
Veins — branching out from my body
In entwining embrace
Constraining every movement
I rise into the air
And lose myself in the sky
But the blue is rent apart — the gray breaks through
Shadows fall on me
I wait here — I wait here
I wait here...
So that I — too — can still feel something
I look for the flame
That burns my heart
So that I — too — can still hear something
I look for silence
That calls and knows me
No matter how I writhe
How far I run — how high I fly
My soul was in coma
Life rushes by me
I persist in my loneliness
From the coma of my soul
There is no doorway into the light
No fresh air
To caress my spirit