Oh, is that you
the woman before whom every man kneels
but I thought you wouldn't succeed
that you'd mourn for me, grow old in misery
that not even a shadow would remain
of that beautiful face of yours
but you, what a miracle, are prettier than before
But I'm throwing glassing in the cafe
I'm bleeding, looking for a wall to bash my head in
Ref.
Forwards, backwards, I've nowhere to go
my ID is blank
only your picture is on it
so that when I die
people will recognize me from it
Oh, is that you
happy in a new relationship
but I thought you wouldn't succeed
to forget me, that you'd go crazy
and that after me there would atleast
remain a trace of me on your body
but you, what a miracle, are stronger than before
Ref.
Is that you, my old love
what has happened to you after me
are you happier or wiser
what has revived you after me