I feel you, Johanna. I feel you...
I was half convinced I'd wakened,
Satisfied enough to dream you,
Happily I was mistaken,
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!
T'ill I'm with you then, I'm with you there,
Slowly buried in your yellow hair!