Die Füllung vom Kissen [English translation]

Most people you meet will be lying, darling

It doesn't come naturally so people rehearse it

We say what people want to hear

Let me give you an example of a typical phrase

"In good times and bad times" and so on, in a vow

For we wish for our best selves to define who we are

Lurking in the shadows is the part we don't like to show

Without being watched, it's drifting there all by itself

Into dark corners, we crawl under covers

Return with a bright smile we hide behind

Play pretend with ourselves and everybody else just in case

For without hope for good, only pure nothingness remains

Though almost everything is a lie, one thing is true

Not for a day, not for a year

Forever and ever I'll be there for you

Though almost everything is a lie, one thing is true

Not for a day, not for a year

Forever and ever I'll be there for you

Most people you meet will be lying, darling

It doesn't come naturally so people rehearse it

Look at this woman, see her laugh, all smooth and firm

The years seem to have taken no toll on her looks

But everything about her is artificial and conserved

Her youth stretched into decades

The scalpel can do what nature itself isn't able to

Every part is perfect unto the last detail

But the chaos inside is way bigger, the cuts

Nobody can see, they run right through it

Perfect on the surface but torn apart underneath

Nobody knows the way the pillow is stuffed

Though almost everything is a lie, one thing is true

Not for a day, not for a year

Forever and ever I'll be there for you

Though almost everything is a lie, one thing is true

Not for a day, not for a year

Forever and ever I'll be there for you

One thing is clear

If you just keep telling yourself

Every lie eventually becomes true

Though almost everything is a lie, just because we had to

Whom we see, where we go, whom we kiss

Nobody knows the way the pillow is stuffed

Most people you meet will be lying, darling

It doesn't come naturally so people rehearse it

But whenever we're plain honest, we feel naked

Caught in the act without our elegant make-up made of lies

How many mistakes did I use to make?

How many more am I going to make in the cold of the night?

Age has turned me into a wreck as it always does

Illusions are drugs made for our mind

The final and most beautiful lie is what comes after that

After the doctor has come for the last time

And this is a lie nobody wants taken away, and nobody needs to feel ashamed for it

For it is the belief we will see each other again