O music, healer of the soul of mine!
I will not disturb your enchantment.
You breathe, you are alive, you are alive.
And not a single your sound can lie.
You are pure as a drop of dew, scattered,
In which the whole universe is reflected.
You are bright, like a clear sunshine allowed,
Which bursts forth from behind the dark clouds.
You are as gentle as the caress of a breeze,
Do the care hand touches as surprise.
You are formidable, calling to fair battle!
And with the dark forces, and with an evil dole.
O music, you are wise healer of the soul.
I will not disturb your precious charm at all…