My address is the same, my fate is the same
My days are the same, nights are the same
My blonde, my yearning are you
In the alley of black lace of yours am I
Evening roses blazing with mourning for you by my door
My smoke is the same, my fire is the same
Clouds are the same, my tears are the same
My blonde, my yearning are you
In the alley of black lace of yours am I
Evening roses blazing with mourning for you by my door
From my blood red eyes
Your twinges come and go
Who's distressed, who is waiting for you?
Me, of course; me, my one and only
Sweat is grinding inside of me
From my blood red eyes
Your twinges come and go
Who makes me shiver, who sets ablaze?
You, of course; you, my one and only
Sweat is grinding inside of me
So many times has my door been knocked
So many times it is not you but someone else
Behind me the sounds of the footsteps of the past
Think a little of what are we giving up?
With broken hearts we are getting weak only
This treachery may not suit me, but
You are guilty for your blond hair.