If I live today, tomorrow the lonely side
of my love-scented bed will hit me
I know somewhere my reason will shut up
And I will confess all the mistakes I've made
When you're away, I'm everywhere and nowhere
If you wonder where and with whom I am
At the moment I am in Purgatory, I'm on a break, I'm sick
Who even knows how many springs it will take for this heart to get better
I am a week, the first day and the last day, too
Maybe I need your very help to die