Tonight the house is empty again,
silence seems to thunder.
Candle flames sprinkle gold in vain,
the door won’t creak.
My guitar will be silent,
a chiming clock will be heard.
I try to understand everything,
I told you.
Go away, if you want to go,
come back, if you want to.
Anyway, nothing will change
inside us through these days.
Time will keep on poisoning
our hearts with longing.
The world will be evil, just like it used to be.
Though till today every nerve feels
the heat of intertwined hands,
though we have so many beautiful memories,
we won’t escape loneliness
which devours us like a maggot
since when it seized us that night.
Come back, if you want to come back,
Go, if you want to.
It doesn’t matter with whom
and I don’t care where to.
That feeling1 will forever
smoulder in our hearts
like a neon sign
"Where are you?"
Though till today every nerve feels
the ardour of intertwined hands,
though we have so many beautiful memories,
we won’t escape loneliness
which devours us like a maggot
since when it seized us that night.
So come back, if you want to come back,
Go, if you want to.
It doesn’t matter with whom
and I don’t care where to.
That feeling will forever
smoulder in our hearts
like a neon sign
"Where are you?"
That feeling will forever
smoulder in our hearts
like a neon sign
"Where are you?"
1. lit. "that [thing]"