La la la ...
In Venice, on the grey water,
your image, your face
is reflected, and silent
I remain and I weep
for your absence, your silence.
You write to me less and less,
tonight I try in vain to revive
a love that has ended.
In Venice your promises
drag on and on and endlessly
I invent you, in silence I invent
your presence for myself,
you hug me and you kiss me
but suddnly I wake up.
Nothing is left for me now1
but a love that has ended.
~ ~ ~
I don't care, let a wave
carry me far, very far away.
Nothing is left for me now
but a love that has ended.
La la la ...
1. "now" because "any more" feels a bit clumsy