The haven On the very edge of life Lost and giving up to strive I cling to my last resort And anchor in thy port The shipwreck of my life Are you then the one who understands The ancient speech of foreign lands My heart uses to utter The story of this fetter For I am bound to a man Who I hate and I can Not chase him from my deck Without being a wreck. If then love is the child of hate And my voyage mere fate Let me then touch ground In the safe haven I found In your tender forgiving smile. And go with you a mile On this stable beach At last out of reach Of merciless ocean. The boat of old passion Will sail no more Even if the wind would roar. I leave him At water's rim At the dam I stand Of the promised land.