Monday morning, have to go to the office, go out of the house fastly
And see in front of my door a bouquet
And next to it a letter littered with hearts
I open it and read what's written in it:
I live next door and all the time I wonder
If I can ever see you alone sometime
I have so much to give you
I live next door, think of it too sometimes
That I can't take this anymore some day
To live without you here. Live without you.
In a way I feel good, like in paradise
The flowers and the letter, that's so sweet
The day passes if it was a dream, I like it that you like me
I come home and there you stand and you say:
ob ich dich irgendwann mal allein sehen kann,
Ich wohn‘ gleich nebenan, denk‘ doch auch einmal dran,
ohne dich hier zu leben. Ohne dich zu leben.
And I say to you: Come inside
What you do is really not fair
The two of us have already missed so much
Because today you first told me:
ob ich dich irgendwann mal allein sehen kann,
Ich wohn‘ gleich nebenan, denk‘ doch auch einmal dran,
ohne dich hier zu leben. Ohne dich zu leben.