I never wrote a song to you
and if i am to tell the truth i am afraid
every morning i speak to you
after, i am a bit different
Only with you everything is revealed without fear
and my heart is finished, flooded over my head
and i am nothing, in total a man who just sings songs
when the performance ends i return to the sheets
And it comes to me at night, sitting on my stomach, i just want to sleep
don't understand and ask why all this emptiness takes up so much space inside
it's too much for me, it's too much for me, in the end i just want to feel OK
it's too much for me, it's too much for me...
I never wrote a song to you
and if i am to tell the truth it's more difficult
our relationship is not exactly even
i am attracted more, you are willing to give up
i am loaded by good but full of evil
all of my most honest songs i left in the drawer
i am nothing, in total a man who just sings songs
when the performance ends i return to the sheets