I had already told you what
was going with you and me.
They say its name is
a three-year crisis and
that it will make us reflect.
It's even been good this way.
With you, I'll start again.
It's too soon to decide.
Now, today we're only
voices on a telephone
and while I listen to you I am
feeling you by my side, love.
Sometimes I describe
your face, your flavour, your skin.
Who knows what will happen,
not even my heart will tell me.
How is it done? What a challenge,
to say goodbye to each other, my darling.
I think of you, you think of me even more.
What a weird ending.
How is it done? With what joy
can one say goodbye to this agony?
'Cause if it puts us to sleep together
then it will wake us up on our own.
What has been born inside us now?
Just a mournful river.
How much love did we squander here?
And how much love was I able to give you once?
And me, still suffering so much,
I tear our picture apart.
If it's over, you say it.
Who's got the courage to end this?
How is it done? What a challenge.
To you, what's yours and to me, what's mine
after having lived together
out of happiness only.
How is it done? We deny a 'yes' to each other
just to break apart like this.
Me here and you there,
both behind two windows
in far distant cities today.
How is it done,
my darling?
How is it done? What a challenge,
to say goodbye to each other, my darling.
I think of you, you think of me even more.
What a weird ending.
Don't say how it is done,
what a challenge.
Now I know it, my darling.
I'm losing you, you're losing me.
Why do I stay here so alone?
But how is it done, my darling?
I had already told you what
was going on with you and me.
An immense love that,
though now interrupted, will never end.