I feel you, 
Johanna, 
I feel you. 
I was half-convinced I'd waken 
Satisfied enough to dream you, 
happily I was mistaken, 
Johanna. 
I'll steal you, 
Johanna, 
I'll steal you. 
Do they think that walls can hide you? 
Even now I'm at your window... 
I am in the dark beside you, 
buried sweetly in your yellow hair! 
I feel you, 
Johanna! 
And one day 
I'll steal you! 
'Til I'm with you then, 
I'm with you there... 
sweetly buried in your yellow hair!