Platina [English translation]

The colors are fading, the sky is fading,

someone lands from the dark,

dressed all in silver, surrounded by lights,

they bring me the news, that you've gone away.

A piece of paper bears her farewell,

A stamp reading "Venus" and "goodbye" inside,

where has my pride gone to,

my efforts my courage,

what is the reason for you to have gone away from here.

Chorus:

I know, I was platinum, but you wanted kitsch,

I was an angel; a devil for you,

I was the king of all the world,

but Venus is your home and I cannot get there (and I cannot).

All that remains is her smell, her outline in a frame,

torn-up poems and sounds,

in an empty waste I'm still waiting for them,

the fear remains and I know that they're never coming back.

Now I draw words for her in the sand,

my hope; a reflection of Venus,

I'd give all just to know why and how,

I'd give all just to show that I can.

Evening comes again,

the Planet's above me again,

all my power is fading,

I'm going blind,

sounds, visions in my head, all is collapsing,

all is becoming distorted, but I can't,

still I know that I can,

and I know that I can.