Vila [English translation]

To take my eyes out

Since you are not around anymore

Nothing is wort it

Since I am not a better women.

A half way through I come back

When all goes well

And by the time I stop by you

A half of me is gone.

I know, but that is me.

I leave the fragrance trace

In the place where I am not

I do not give up.

A hunger for better tomorrow in my blood

And after every new morning

I do not recognize myself.

Chor:

If I was a fairy, my wings

Would have no one but you

There where I have been

I had nothing, not a crumb but myself

Ooo, maybe it had to be that way.

I leave the false tears

I take other people roses

I do not give up.

I am not ashamed of anything anymore

But I look down when I see you

That I am still alive, I admit to myself.