Me dreamed once about wild Liebesgluehn, about pretty curls, myrten and Resede, about sweet lips and about bittrer speech, about duestrer songs duestern melodies. Bleached and blown long if the dreams are, blown is my dearest Traumgebild! Remained for me only, which glow-wildly I once poured into soft Reime. You remained, abandoned song! From pain now also, and look for the dream picture, me long disappeared, and greet it me, if you it found -- air towards shade send I air towards breath.

Eine alte Geschichte, aber immer wieder ist sie lustig. Hier ist das Original.