I write, the same sentences stick to the surface
I notice I've never got over
I've never rised against you
Or at least I wouldn't do so anymore
What is left now, cannot suffice in any way
And at least I won't bend1 to that
Look now at this world of ours
Who would I sing to here
When you too are at war against me
You should forgive my weakness towards you
I would like to show you that it isn't broken
Like you think
Love, I'm terribly afraid,
has died down, now take you away
And when it's asked so, I won't bend
And if it's asked so, I won't bend
Look now at this world of ours
Who would I sing to here
When you too are at war against me
You should forgive my weakness towards you
At least I don't bend to that
Look now at this world of ours
Who would I sing to here
When you too are at war against me
You should forgive my weakness towards you
1. give in