Maybe my fault is that love is a game for me
That I swing on love like on a swing
I'm very ignorant, so even dreaming about love is impossible, my love
If you would ask me what love is today,
The answer would be to cry through the nights
I am drenched all in Love
I am caught; being exhausted
On my wrist velvety handcuffs
Is that not a goodbye?
The end of the paths are abysses
This is not easy
With tears filled eyes are useless
When the time arrives
you only can say a little goodbye