How much paper I use up remembering you,
How you make me talk in the silence.
How you do not take away my desire
Although no one ever sees me with you.
And how time passes
Suddenly it is years
Since you came by to see me,
And stopped.
I give you a song if I open a door
And you come out of the shadows
I give you a song of dawn,
When I want your light most
I give a song when you appear
The mystery of love
And if you do not appear,
It makes no difference to me
I give you a song
If I look a bit outside, I stop myself
The city collapses and I am singing.
People who hate me and who love me
Will not forgive me
If I allow myself to be distracted.
They believe that I say it all,
That I play for my life,
Because they neither know
Nor feel you.
I give you a song and make a speech
About my right to speak.
I give you a song with my two hands,
With these same hands that kill.
I give you a song and say mother country,
And go on talking for you.
I give a song
Like a gunshot,
A book,
A word,
A partisan
Like I give my love.