You touch my lips with the scent of tobacco
On your thumb, you carry traces of ash
You draw a black heart on my cheek
Under the timid light and jazz arrangements
You're a mess dressed in baggy clothes
You repel me forcefully and then you attract me
You, you
All my stories have a point
Broken heart and crippled soul
I'd run, only with you
Towards other borders
I'm still small and weak
Make me strong
I'm still small and weak
Make me strong
Make me strong
Make me strong
I'm still small and weak
Make me strong
Make me strong
I'm still small and weak
Make me strong
Give me your arms, so that I can encompass the whole world
Steal my drama, which took the wind out of my sails
Give me your veins so that I can feel for just a moment
What it means to fight courageously, without fear
Give me your black eyes so that I can see white again
Take my shoulders in your arms so that I can lose my mind again
Give me your dreams, give me your dreams, give me your dreams
All my stories have a point
Broken heart and crippled soul
I'd run, only with you
Towards other borders
I'm still small and weak
Make me strong
I'm still small and weak
Make me strong
Make me strong
Make me strong
I'm still small and weak
Make me strong
Make me strong
Make me strong
I'm small and weak
Make me strong
Make me strong
Make me strong
Make me strong
I'm small and weak
Small and weak
Small and weak
Small and weak
Small and weak
Small and weak
Small and weak
(Small and weak)
(Small and weak)
Small and weak...