Think not of me,
if you think,
that it’s right to go.
and you believe,
it is good,
if we don’t see each other again …
We will see each other again sometime
and start all over .
Your side is the only place,
where I can breathe …
Maybe, it is never finished,
With me everything turns in the circle.
I don’t care if you go,
nothing changes if you go.
Why does my heart turn in the circle?
Why am I not free without you?
Why do I know there is no hope for us two?
Why do I love and hate you at the same time?
Think not back to that time,
because we no longer need it .
Come we’ll take all the years
and drown them in the sea.
More did not remain for us both,
only the letters in my hand
And to lock them far away
because I can’t burn them …
Maybe, it is never finished.
With you I was so infinitely free.
To you it's the same if I go.
To you it's the same if I go.
Why does it feel so to me,
as if we were already here once?
When you are with me,
you are with me,
you are with me,
you with me
Why does it feel so to me
like we arrive, each time, at the end just at the beginning?