I thought for hours
why we shouldn't give up
first rain out the window
little by little getting over1
i can't find any rest in my heart
I tried to pull, wanted to spill out
all that has accumulated
barefoot in my apartment, a cold floor
in pain walking back and forth
again it is just you in my dreams
maybe in another far off world
we would still be
they say that the heart never makes mistakes
This has still not ended
what is left for me here in the meantime?
only one tear from my eye
about love that was crushed
all this quiet at home
and how i am cold even during the summer
and the piano falls apart in my hands
but i am still waiting
And i have no choice
just to embrace all the mistakes
to find the significance
you will see that dying is sometimes also living
who if not you
knows my weaknesses
Maybe in another far off world
we would still be
they say that the heart never makes mistakes
1. lit: growing up