Walzer für Niemand [English translation]

No one sits down, he's just got in

His foot on the table, his hand under 'is chin

No one devours my breakfast; he's hungry

No one is always early

No one I got little presents for you

What would I've become, if it wasn't for you

My collection of pieces - there you go

All this is yours

No one, no one knows me like you do

I admit it all, by all means I do

Not one disappointment, not one single time

But you don't give a dime

No one, look, I'm not growing anymore

My hands are my feet, no one look at me once more

Soon I will have vanished, and all that is left

Is thy humble self

No one, what is it you’re asking for?

Always do I find you here

No one, what is it you’re asking for?

From me?

From me?

From me...