You who now take it for granted that we're through
You have no right, but nevertheless
You want to make it public
And that is the problem
You consider conversations finished
That are not yet concluded, that also contributes
To this disturbance
And that is the problem
Don't change the subject, you know that the problem
Isn't just mine, it's both of ours
And it affects you more
And while you worry
About assigning blame
I worry about being happy
You should learn from me
The problem is you do things backwards1
And you tarnish my name again and again
And this nonsense puts my morals in doubt
Don't stay silent, you know it's the truth
And it's not so much that the problem
Comes to me and is going to make me the bad guy
What makes me angry is that I did learn to love you
But not enough to beg
Not enough to beg
This already has my mother worrying
So therefore I'm leaving
So that now if you speak reasonably
And how badly do you need to end things with me?
That's the reason for my decision
I'll repeat the explanation
The problem is you do things backwards
And you tarnish my name again and again
And this nonsense puts my morals in doubt
Don't stay silent, you know it's the truth
And it's not so much that the problem
Comes to me and is going to make me the bad guy
What makes me angry is that I did learn to love you
But not enough to beg
Not enough to put up with you
1. Literally, "you count backwards"