In vain the years waste away
the old and the new ones that come
in vain do I speak your name
on my lips
In vain are the songs
for you that are written
and all the guitars
on which they are sung
Ref. 2x
Of course, I'd rather not be alive
May they sentence me to life
when at the same time I hate you
but in truth I still love you
Forever you stay
as my curse, my prayer
indeed, wherever I go
you will be there in my thoughts
My shoes grow older on
every town on earth upon which they walk
yes even to America
of course, I wouldn't find you there
Ref.