You say that it's all over
That you no longer want my love
We are measuring unequal forces
Anyone can see
That it's over only for you...
It's only words, text, rehearsal and scene
With each act, I enact the indifference
From what is love, your portrait is left
The piece I interpret, an unwise improvisation
This longing, I know it by heart
I know the route of the boats
And I've been distant for long now, and those who understand me
Receive the change, exact and so small...
It's pain, if there is, I tried - I no longer do
And by transforming into pain that which is vanity
And by feeling love, if such is only pride
I make from lies - freedom
And from any back yard, I make cities
And I insist that it's virtue, that which is trumpery
Vacant is my terrain and my splurge
I see you falling in love again
I'm left with the longing, and you with another someone
And you say that it's all over, but anyone can see
That it's over only for you...
It's over only for you...
It's over only for you...