Die Kunst des Verlierens [English translation]

Come back underneath my chair,

ground underneath my feet, come back.

Come back home into my bed,

head and nerves, lay back down.

The breath, the ground, the poise, the footing

are lost

The view, the thread- lost cause

I need you back

It is the art of losing to recover everything

to find the entry with blood in your eyes

The art of losing

It's my sport to repair myself

Come back where you belong,

nice antisocalist

Come back aboard, beaten thoughts

I will care for you

It is the art of losing to recover everything

to find the entry with blood in your eyes

The art of losing

It's my sport to repair myself

The winners would say it's ridiculous

I say it is sports

A sport not everybody gets into

Life's a bitch and life's a beach

The main thing is it matters

It is the art of losing to recover everything

to find the entry with blood in your eyes

The art of losing

It's my sport to repair myself