I feel you, Johanna. I feel you. I was half-convinced I'd waken. Satisfied enough to dream you, happily I was mistaken, Johanna. I'll steal you, Johanna, I'll steal you. Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I'm at your window... I am in the dark beside you, buried sweetly in your yellow hair! I feel you, Johanna! And one day, I'll steal you! 'Til I'm with you then, I'm with you there... sweetly buried in your yellow hair!