i'm not with you anymore
you are on your way somewhere far
i keep your photograph
my tears hit it slowly (literally: i slowly wash it with tears)
i caress/hold it as if it's you
it looks as if it talks to me
(literally: this heart of mine falls for this trick hopelessly)
it is just a photograph
you may be on a plane
or perhaps on a train
you want to forget about something
you then turn your head
but yet again you face me
even though you are leaving
on the white wall
your photograph sits
i don't plead you to come back
perhaps you are searching for another love
how many times will this longing drown my heart
in my hand i will find your photograph
i can't forget you this easily
that time that we were together
and again i look
and it seems like you are beside me
you look so beautiful today
would you say, you're really here?
this heart of mine get's fooled
it's just a photograph