The girls of Munich are extinct fireflies and with their noses up (aka arrogantly)
They are looking fort he sun in between the pale, colorless clouds
Softly they are telling one another about an Italian love
And then hand in hand they are telling one another
that love does not mean fear and leaving each other softly
That the evening is not evening any more and that remaining alone is not strange
I cannot tell any more what is going to happen
And where our love is going to lead us
Only here in your eyes
There is something, you know,
something I’ve missed forever
Yes, but in October the tanned girls of Rome are passing over
Their forgotten loves and their hearts lost on the street
And when you see them cry, it is only for an hour
And they are leaving with a laugh, like swallows in the Spring
But all that does not hurt me any more, now that
Love does not mean fear and leaving each other softly
Now that the evening is not evening any more and remaining alone is not strange
I cannot tell any more what is going to happen
And where our love is going to lead us
Only here in your eyes
There is a lot to see yet, you know, a lot to see.