all night it sighs
it dies in memories all the time..
my heart doesn't listen to me..
There is some consciousness, some intoxication too..
some drowsiness and unconsciousness too..
my heart doesn't know a thing..

It was mine some time, but belongs to someone else now,
The mad heart doesn't understand..
sometimes it remains quiet,
sometimes it sings..
it tells good things about you without even asking..
whether you're some [bad word] or a story (it doesn't know)
all it knows is that it's mad for you..
this heart of mine,
doesn't listen to me..

she's in my every vein,
she's all on my heart.
she's in me as my life..
the way water falls in the rain..
like a story..
which is being told from heart to heart..
this heart is your old lover..
this mad one doesn't understand..

when it looks at you,
it takes me, [bad word] behind you..
it's passionate for you..
you alone are the relief..
with you only the threads of heart are tied..