So many golden lights around
Glow in the streets of Petersburg..
So many bachelors abound,
Yet I love a married man - I\'m doddering.
Too early he start a family set -
A sorrowful tale, indeed my fault.
I hide my love even from myself,
And from him—ever most of all.
I long to flee from the moment,
He comes into view nevertheless.
For what if all the things, I keep silent,
Should suddenly reveal himselves?
I must not look upon his view:
I fear that I might catch his eye.
I can handle this love alone through,
But together—we could never shy.