A stage:
(by the window, darkest night)

Imagine what it would be like if loneliness was all
...! No fulfillment, nor hope inside,
could I endure this sadest fate if loneliness was all ...?

(scene cut)

"Will I ever find the one I've waiting for a thousand years?"
but the answer to this question lies within the confines
of your (hopes and) fears.
"Heal me, feel me, reveal and seal me! Shed a light upon my lonely soul!"
But there is no-one (no other being) on the outside to make you whole ...

(scene cut)

"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle,
one mask for any opportunity.
This sphere must remain incomplete .
..- (as) in its centre the thirteenth mask is me."
If love was something I could feel,
at least some kind of cheerfulness .
..- but i feel nothing, drowned in pain, half-frozen in my emptiness
Beyond this veneer of friendless lies my true face,
that no-one knows. This mask's a lie,
obvious and sad, my heart is empty and all is cold.

The same stage:
(on the staircase, some other night)

Imagine, what it would be like,
if love was really all ...
! Then I'd truly be alone without a resting place or
a final home, if love was really all ...
"Confide a secret to me, and I'll keep it to myself!
I'm like a temple built of sadness, trustworthy like a grave ..."

(scene cut)