Herz? Verloren [English translation]

My girlfriend says I’m not allowed to look out the window,

Because there are other women out there,

And women are a red rag to me:

My downfall, my eternal curse.

But let’s take things one at a time: If I go for a walk, for example,

And see a lady, then it’ll happen again:

One moment completely normal, but within seconds

I mutate into an amoeba, my brain disappears and...

I’m about to lose my heart again already;

I’m a man, it can happen again any time.

I’m about to lose my heart again already;

If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s ignore reality.

Up to ten times a day the same symptoms:

Pulse races, hands tremble and I get hyper,

And then I have to wait again until the wounds heal;

I am completely perforated by Cupid’s arrows

And that’s why I think, “Better for me to suffer indoors

Than for me to get incredibly embarrassed outside again."

My house-arrest can be excused because

It’s better this way for all involved.

I’m about to lose my heart again already;

I’m a man, it can happen again any time.

I’m about to lose my heart again already;

In this case, there’s no point at all in appealing to reason.

Wuh-oh, don’t be angry with me, baby,

Wuh-oh, I’m polyamorous.

I’m about to lose my heart yet again...

I think I’ll give a staple-gun a try.

I can’t understand myself:

I find all women gorgeous,

And I can do nothing, nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing,

Nothing about it!

I can’t even claim that I was drunk --

Do I need to wear blinders? Have I sunk that low?

I wish I were immune to all pheromones!

I’m about to lose my heart again already;

Can someone maybe embed me in concrete somewhere?

I’m about to lose my heart again already;

I am a man, and thus incredibly hard to tame.

Wuh-oh, don’t be angry with me, baby, 'cuz

Wuh-oh, I’m polyamorous.

I’m about to lose my heart yet again.

I’m about to lose my heart again already...

No dodging: target it, face it, triumph!

I’m about to lose my heart again already;

Am I gonna spend my whole life in puberty, then?

Wuh-oh, please don’t be angry with me,

Wuh-oh, I’m polyamorous

I’m about to lose my heart yet again,

Because we men live only for love.