I know the false friends
I know time is passing
I know days of boredom
When I cry before the mirror
I know the wind blows
I know the lights' gold
I know the coldness of graves
In winter mornings
I know all this and so
I know nothing all the same
Of you, who holds my life
Who touches me and loves me
Who touches me and loves me
I know school classes
I know grey mornings
I know how to say the lines
That others have written
I know to cry softly
I know the words of love
I know the sound of steps
That come in the early morning
I know all this and more
But I know nothing all the same
Of you, who brightens my nights
Who holds me and loves me
Who holds me and loves me
I know humility
The feeling of pride
I know how to have been
And I know how to stay alone
I know who talks about me
I know the weight of words
I know to pluck out a star
When it shines behind my back
I know all that, too bad
But I know nothing all the same
Of you, who chose me
Who protects me and who loves me
Who protects me and who loves me