You, my love, I love you
And and this will be the end of me
You, my love, you love me
But you don't touch me
You, my love, I love you
But the room is so cold
Me, my love, it makes me bleed
When you softly tell me
It's not the end of the world
Too beautiful, too good
It's not the end of the world,
Marlene plays the fool
You, my love, I love you
Like you can't even imagine
You, my love, you love me
But never in a right mess
Even on the edge of the Seine
Or on a wooden bench
Not even anywhere else, and it kills me
When you softly say
It's not the end of the world
Too beautiful, too good
It's not the end of the world,
Are those horns?
It's not the end of the world,
Marlene plays the fool
Oh, my love, it's worse as if I were joyless
Oh, my love, it's worse as if I were in distress
Me, just like every liege man, I may fall for the bait
Before our bodies freeze, ward off shafts and compasses
It's not the end of the world,
Marlene plays the fool
It's not the end of the world,
Marlene plays the fool