My heart often thinks and remembers
It often dances but if it thinks `bout you
Something beautifully painful enters
You were the first love it ever knew
You were art, you were warm, you were new
You were a candle, fire in my soul
It was under your whole control
It was the most precious thing you stole
But then you gave it back and left
Now it is beating confused in my chest
And it continues singing:
"Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.
You had been the one, you had been the one for me"
Gefühlsduseleien
Ein Tag brachte Enttäuschungen.
Gescheiterte Versuche,
warfen kalten Schnee auf die Gedanken.
Träume sprangen aus den Wolken,
sie brachen sich beinahe das Genick,
doch sie [ ... ]
Wir sind beauftragt gar nichts zu erreichen.
Wir leben nur, damit halt Leben ist –
Wir kriechen feige, lassen uns erweichen
und sehen zu, daß man so schnell [ ... ]