If you hadn't hoped for me,
you wouldn't be all alone now.
Like the earth thirsting for rain,
like a mother longing for children;
your soul withered from waiting.
Like the earth thirsting for rain,
like a mother longing for children;
your soul withered from waiting.
A nettle grows from my heart,
which has burned you a long time ago.
When you were plucking my love,
You trusted (me)
that I'm not poisoned by sadness.
When you were plucking my love,
You trusted (me)
that I'm not poisoned by sadness.
Chorus:
Yes, that is me, the empty bed,
where I dream no one.
To me, it's dark even when there's daylight,
I'm unhappy.
To me, it's dark even when there's daylight,
I'm unhappy.
A nettle grows from my heart,
which has burned you a long time ago,
When you were plucking my love,
You trusted (me)
that I'm not poisoned by sadness.
When you were plucking my love,
You trusted (me)
that I'm not poisoned by sadness.
Chorus:
Yes, that is me, the empty bed,
where I dream no one.
To me, it's dark even when there's daylight,
I'm unhappy.
To me, it's dark even when there's daylight,
I'm unhappy.