Ich gehe vorbei
durch dich
tüchtig
süchtig
und kalt ist mein Schweiß
und grauweiß
das heißt
ein Geist
tobt um mich herum
warum
weil du mich verlässt
zurecht
Und da schreit mein Blut
im Flut
in meinen Ohren
nicht wie neu geboren
und schwarz wird die Gegend
ohne Gottes Segen
weswegen
verlasse ich mich selbst
zunächst.

Il y avait des moments avec vous,
Je ne croyais pas à mon existence,
Est-ce que je cherchais quelque chose de nouveau?
Qu'est-ce que pourrait avoir plus d'importance?
En voulant plus, j'ai perdu le plus!

Les larmes du bonheur nourrissaient notre amour,
C'était un rêve, un miracle ou une illusion?
Il a disparu à nouveau, remplacé par le chagrin,
Je veux me réveiller pour trouver une solution.
En voulant plus j'ai perdu le plus.

Maintenant c'est sombre et je ne peux pas dormir,
Les larmes tombent, pas du bonheur,
Est-ce que j'ai vraiment fait une telle erreur? Cela n'a aucun sens!
Je ne pouvais pas faire confiance à mon existence!
Je ne sais pas comment, j'ai perdu le plus

There were moments with you,
I didn't trust my existence,
Was I looking for something new?
What could have more importance?
By wanting more I lost the most!

The tears of happiness were feeding our love,
Was it a dream, a miracle or illusion?
It disappeared again, replaced with sorrow,
I want to wake up to find solution.
By wanting more I lost the most.

Now it's dark and I can't sleep,
The tears are falling down, not from happiness,
Did I really did such mistake? It makes no sense!
I just couldn't trust my existence!
I don't know how, I lost the most!

You try to escape from yourself
Like the turtle from his home,
You put much make up on your face,
Hoping the old ''me'' is finally gone.

You're walking alone in Beverly Hills,
Speaking with the stars, it's without bills,
Why did you buy those luxury high heels,
If you're so down, under your knees?

It is so painful with the new shoes,
The pressure on your feet makes suffer your soul,
The tears will wash your make up, you should reach home,
But all you need is just your freedom!

I know it's not fair
I LOVE, YOU don't care
The memory is here
How happy you were
When I just was there.
I drink now my beer
There can't be toast here,
What did I do Sir?
Can't handle the the fear,
Of losing you, my dear
Only tears, tears, tears...

I was looking for love
And I lost my peace
The love was above
I was on my knees.

The prayers were lost
The pain was everywhere
What are here those ghosts?
What's doing the fear?

When I was a small baby
I used to love the sound of existence
No one was in mood for singing lullabies
So I created them in my mind once.

The helicopters of wars were flying above my flat
I loved so much that butterflies,
I wished I was a flower in their eyes, that
They  settle down on my hands...
Would be nice!