Mistress - Petra Berger, Густав Малер

I am his mistress, his slave, his mother,

I owe my all to him, none other,

His prized posession,

is what Ive grown to be,

but is it me?

So I wonder,

has love betrayed me

Could I deny myself the chance to love this man,

this other man,

For all.

I gave him,

for all I tried,

I couldnt save him,

could no longer keep the colors of my wings

veiled under misty shades of grey

Love, I can no longer hide my face from you.

wont hear my conscience,

look in the mirror,

deny my lonely heart.

Ill be his mistress.