Touching her hands
wasn't all that hard.
She has beautiful eyes, you know,
once she was mine.
What shall we do, friend?
How can you swallow that?
If you have problems,
you, too, belong to me.
Do something good for me,
she shall not know how I am feeling
Hide me like that,
she shall not see me sad.
Talking with (a) God
and with her always took a long time.
She has very warm hands,you know,
when I touched them, I went crazy (*)
What shall we do, friend...