3. Stock [English translation]

It's always nice to see you again

It gets worse, whenever you go

You stand at the station to take the train

We won't see each other for long

It will be all right somehow

sometimes sad.

I'd like to live with you in an old flat.

Two rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small balcony

I'd like to live with you in an old flat

With a small balcony.

Always waiting, in silent telephone calls

For what exactly, I do not know, maybe for your face

Tell me about yourself to distract me,

when the sad thoughts begin,

Both blind, each in his own way is jailer

Trust is good, control for the know-it-all

I'd like to live with you in an old flat.

Two rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small balcony

I'd like to live with you in an old flat

With a small balcony.

Our phone calls have no end and are good

It was like you never hung up first

A picture of you is under my loftbed

Our phone calls have no end and are good

It was like you never hung up first

A picture of you is under my loftbed

I'd like to live with you in an old flat.

Two rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small balcony

I'd like to live with you in an old flat

I would also get bread sometimes in the morning