I have no more bread
I have no more wine
I only have you, my old one
I only have you
Who runs to my voice
At night when I wake up
And my mouth bites
Again and again
The milk that you bring me
How sweet it is then
While everything sleeps
To drink in this way

I have no more fire
I have no more place
I only have you, my old one
If the eagle has its nest
Man has his home
And the cat has its basket
When the north wind bites me
Again and again
In your arms you cover me
And there I fall asleep
Much better than outside
Or the king in his Louvre

I have no more faith
I have no more law
I only have you, my old one
A flower took me
A wing and I am
Prisoner like a bee
I love it and I bite
Again and again
The flower of bitterness
It is golden yellow
Since then I do not sleep
The fever consumes me

I have no more daughter
I have no more friend
I only have you, my old one
Where have they gone?
Ah tell me, tell
You alone you who watch over me
And yet I bite
Again and again
The hand that you give me
When finally death
Rocks her and puts her to sleep
Only she forgives me

When finally death
Rocks her and puts her to sleep
Only she forgives me

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