I thought, that you say, I make
a stocktake of my life
to see what has remained for me
And what is being kept by you
I gave whatever I had
in a crazy love affair
to get in the end
tears, bitterness, parting
What did I do for myself
What did I do for me
I had a sweetheart, and I offered (it)
But it was a wasted effort
I thought of browsing
my lifetime's book, but don't get bothered
it was full of complaints
and the good points, just a postscript
I lived near you for years
your bitter ‘ I love you’
and listen to my complaint
in this song of mine