I don't know if I'm still alive
Otherwise, what is this pain that haunts me?
Our bodies are swaying over a huge sea
But I cling to you
I only have a few childhood memories left
Which already become blurry
I'm neither hot nor cold
And I'm so bored
I'm coming, wait for me
I'm even coming on my knees
Your blue eyelids being drawn under my fingers
It's your neck I twist, it's me who I assassinate.
Our world was nothing but a slight misunderstanding
That we took seriously
Should we have arrived there, I always had
Happier projects for us
I'm neither hot nor cold
And I'm so bored
I'm coming, wait for me
I'm even coming on my knees
I'm neither hot nor cold
And I'm so bored
I'm coming, wait for me
I'm even coming on my knees
I don't know if I'm still alive
Otherwise, why should I still sing?