On my finger there is a ring you gave me
But remember that a ring is a token of love
That will not end, that will not pass
All this also applies to you
But it is not so, no, it is not like that
You tied me down and then you left
Don't go away, I wouldn't make it
Don't leave me here to cry for you
What a lie that you're not going
And the ring that is in my hand
I'm not throwing it out!
Clutching this ring when you're not there
It's not gold nor silver but worth much more
You live in my hand, I live in your hand
Without this ring I would die
If my hand stays bare
This heart of mine will break
Don't go away, I wouldn't make it
Don't leave me here to cry for you
What a lie that you're not going
And the ring that is in my hand
I'm not throwing it out!