I’m walking on a sea of dry leaves
The angels fly over Berlin
They are singing with me a Hallelujah
While the rain falls inside of me
I miss your voice
I am in no-man’s land
I am short even of breath
Back to the sun
Another day passes without you
There is no point going even further
Neither all the fame, neither all the money
There is no point if you are not with me
And the solitude is stuck in my bones
There is no po-po-point
No-no-nothing
No-no-nothing
No-no-nothing
No, no, no
No one guesses what destiny holds
Our path is still (only) half done
I throw my Chanel handbag from Chinatown
To the wet ground and I start to run
I miss your voice
I miss touching you
Smelling you, seeing you
Back to the sun
Another day ends without you
There is no point going even further
Neither all the fame, neither all the money
There is no point if you are not with me
And the solitude is stuck in my bones
There is no po-po-point, no-no-nothing
No-no-nothing
No-no-nothing, no, no, no
There is no point going even further
Neither all the fame, neither all the money
There is no point if you are not with me
And the solitude is stuck in my bones
There is no po-po-point
No-no-nothing
No-no-nothing
No-no-nothing
No, no, no