A difficult decision
That I've carried for a long time
It lay often on my tongue
For me to say everything
The vultures circle
many already have our self-portrait
I have come to say to you
that I'm leaving
This strange small stabbing pain
That I often caught on the way home
Just never wanted anything at home
Anything at home
This torturing small stabbing pain
At the thought of you and me
In our house full of children
He began to stop no more.
Does anyone have an objection?
Speak now or forever hold your peace
Only my heart raised its hand
My voice had gone on strike
I get no more kisses
No "how are you?" and no coffee
I've only come to say to you
that I'm leaving
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