An Abbau
muita
Tell me, my dear,
tell me,
is there no cure?
Can't a heart be healed?
Tell me, my dear,
tell me,
is there no cure?
Can't there be a cure?
In front
of the door,
my rosary is recited
My heart is pierced with a
dagger My beloved has become an enemy,
he touches me
Tell me, my dear,
tell me, is there no cure?
Can't a heart be healed?
Tell me, my dear,
tell me,
is there no cure?
Can't there be a cure?
