I should be here to suffer,
to flagellate myself,
thinking all afternoon and into the night
without knowing why:
I don't live without you!
I don't live without you!
I should think in terms of months,
maybe years.
It's about time I forget you.
I don't even want to think about it.
I don't live without you!
I don't want to live without you!
You want me to sing it in a splendid song
so you'll hear it sung to millions of people:
I don't live without you!
I don't live without you!
Writing a song
is like dancing for hours,
before falling to the ground exhausted by the effort,
finally dead.
I don't live without you!
I don't want to live without you!
You want me to sing it in a splendid song
so you'll hear it sung to millions of people:
I don't live without you!
I don't live without you!
I don't live without you!
I don't want to live without you...