I want to stop that clock, that clock that pulls you away from me, counting off the minutes two by two... so that time might soon stand still. That clock... whose hands, jealous of our love, cannot embrace when they wish to, nor pause for an instant to kiss— the seconds won't let them. And I want to stop that clock, that clock that pulls you away from me, counting off the minutes two by two... so that time might soon stand still. That clock... which lets the hours pass... and the days—that is its mission; but I will love you without watching the clock. My love has no age nor time; its life is eternal. But go on your way, clock; your strategy won't work on me. My seconds are marked by my heart, and it will never... run out of wind. And I want to stop that clock, that clock that pulls you away from me, counting off the minutes two by two... so that time might soon stand still. Clock, halt the hours While my love arrives... While my love arrives... arrives..
