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
buried sweetly in your yellow hair!