I am walking in a sea of dried leaves
The angels fly over Berlin
They sing together with me an alleluia
while the rain falls within myself
I miss your voice
I am in no-man's land
I am short even of breath
Backs to the sun
Another day 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-nothing no-nothing
oh, oh no-nothing
no-no-nothing
no, no, no, no
No one guesses what the fate holds
our path is still half-way
I throw my Chanel handbag from Chinatown
to the wet ground and I start to run
I miss your voice
I need to touch you
smell you, look at you...
Backs 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
Oh, oh, no-no-nothing
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-nothing no-nothing
oh, oh no-nothing
no-no-nothing
no, no, no, no