You ask me to tell you
my first song
my passed-by pigheadedness
you ask for ,saw eyes
to tear me apart
In an old wound
that still bleeds
don't turn the knife
since everyone knows
what pain will bring me
It is very hard
to be asked to sing
an old song
you're trying to forget
In your feast
it wouldn't be right for me
instead for another drink
to drink poison
with such a song
You laugh ironically
and telling secrets
perhaps with some contempt
since years passed by
why do you cry eternal
Why do you resent
as we did not see
a beauty in this life
nature didn't give us
a heart to love
Ah,hearts are not
made from same ingredients
neither beauties
and in the world fairly shared
And in companion
each sip i take
i forget a beauty
that filled with passion
my old song