Zwischentöne: Lift [English translation]

Just who is the beautiful lady?

During my nightly forays

Through the hotel, which never entirely lies in sleep

I encounter her again and again

I’ve already seen her in every corridor

Evading the glow of the emergency lighting

Immediately away, like a fog that vanishes in the wind

I often rub my cold limbs

I would love to stroll with her

To meander about aimlessly together

She appears to be waiting for me to gather my courage

And for me to run up and talk to her

I desperately want to touch her

I would change myself for her

If she wants me to be different than I am, perhaps that sounds extreme

Even if I break myself to do it

And secretly I ask myself: Is that obsessive?

But does the answer to that even matter anyway?

For never before has something been similarly intense.

I desperately want this, damn it, whatever the cost!