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Why do you come to me in my dreams?

And you constantly disturb my soul,

You drive me crazy all the time

And he destroyed my dreams with his behavior.

I have already forgotten you, like a mild illness,

And threw all your gifts out of the house

And day after day you torment me in a dream

Alas, I can’t get away from such a park.

I beg you, do not even remember in your dreams

And forget all that is good and precious

Fly away to the world of your dreams,

Oblivion has taken possession of you completely.

The world of your fantasies is alien and unfamiliar to me

And all your efforts are surprisingly in vain

The head is filled with an incomprehensible draft

Your enchantment over me has long ceased to dominate.