Nothing of all that – Wolfgang Petry
The party is over,
They are alone now
With all the flowers and the glasses,
The festoons at the wall.
And he is standing unmovingly by the window,
She asks: "What's the matter?"
He smiles wryly and looks at her:
"I've never built it,
Your white house by the lake.
I've never taken you in an open-top car
And driven you through Hollywood.
I've wanted so much,
The years passed by
And I haven't done anything of all that."
And she looks at him,
Puts his hand into hers.
The first birds can already be heard
And the stars vanish.
She takes his glass and raises it
And says: "Look, I drink a toast to you,
To all the things that you've never done:
You've never hurt me,
You've never let me down.
You've never let me doubt
To be the only one
For you all the time,
In good and in bad times.
You haven't done anything of all that.
You've never been a stranger to me,
You've never doubted about me.
You've never closed your mind to me.
Whatever problems we had,
There's a love couple
In the reflection of the window.
'Cause you haven't done anything of all that.
There's a love couple
In the reflection of the window.
'Cause you haven't done anything of all that.
'Cause you haven't done anything of all that."