[Final Chorus] “Ah, ah, ah…” the grasses sighed, Their voices rising with the rain: “What bliss! What heaven! What love has come again!” The sun hid softly in its cloud, The moon was waiting for the night… And every thirsty blade of grass Was whispering: “Oh, love… oh, love… How sweet is life.” [Outro] She could hear the thoughts of everything. But that night… Even the silence was in love.