Sad-eyed lady with your raven there upon your shoulder
You have watched me for some time,
though I am young and you are older
Do not let a streak of fate might now be waiting
We bind together that which
should never have been created
Tell your raven,
fly away,
for soon we must be parted
Let two fly silently,
so neither of us notice I am young,
you are older,
time
it will not
change
Strong though I am,
I will crumble
only to
I have given nothing to you,
you nothing to me
And in the hours of the daytime,
we both know it must be
I once was young,
you are the same,
now equal we will be
And in the distance,
our black raven flies aimlessly