At five to eight
Next to the shop where you work
I pass by almost every night
to watch you while you close it
and regret that your heart doesn't want me.
Every evening at five to eight,
old friends know my way,
I'm passing by and watching you
and imagine you in my embrace.
Confessions of a romantic
What can I tell you, my old friend,
and this love story is a classic,
between it and my other stories
there is no significant difference.
And I loved her with all my being
and she was a real saint for me,
I was proud of her love,
but she bewitched me with lies, a witch.
Two wounds
Two wounds burn my heart,
while the tears flow down the river:
the first wound because of our failed love,
so now I spend my life with glasses,
the second wound is even more painful
because you took away my only son.
I shed tears for him at parting,
I never forgave you for that
take my son - you shouldn't have done that,
if you ever loved me.
If I could
If I could turn back time,
if you were next to me again,
if we were each other's everything
maybe then our dreams would come true.
But I regret that time is treading on us
and from love infinitely great
only the shadows of the past remain
and in the album witnesses of love - pictures.
Every part of your body betrays you
You try to give the impression that you are immune to me,
and you say that you became like a rock a long time ago,
but your actions speak contrary to your words
and nothing can stop our kiss anymore.
You wouldn't want anything except friendship with me,
but at my touch every part of your body betrays you,
and your restless hands that are always on me.
and your cheeks that are as red as embers.
Open your eyes
Open your eyes and look around you.
Doesn't this horror scare you?
People destroy each other
to achieve their dreams.
Brother turns his back on brother,
man has become a wolf to man,
around us only lies and wars,
no more laughter, silence remaines.
Failed Man
This year has come to an end,
a blanket of snow has covered the ground,
and you are no longer in my arms,
although you regularly come into my dreams.
And, last year at this time,
we were sharing the joys of snow together,
making plans where we would go for New Year's Eve,
fully enjoying our youth.
Call 112
Call 112 immediately,
without mercy she wounded my heart,
this is a crime of the first degree,
with forethought and without remorse.
I am the victim of that beautiful woman,
she threw me from seventh heaven to hell,
my dream of love cold killed,
every man's tear is a victory for her.
Dancing with the rain
Are you still happy only when it rains,
while you casually walk barefoot through the streets full of bars,
surrendering to the touch of the warm summer rain,
whose drops caress your body, running down it?
Do you still raise your face to the sky and offer it your lips,
while you embrace the rain with your arms, passionately dancing with it,
singing a tune that only you know
and at the end you bow and thank the rain for the dance?
The mythology of our love
Through the labyrinth of life, your love leads me,
like Theseus Ariadne's ball to freedom,
although like Freya's your love is not pure,
you bewitched me with seiðr, even though I am an atheist.
Like Shamash, I exposed the lies to the light,
all your faces of Morana managed to catch a glimpse,
I won over your distrustful heart with the truth,
so that I could win your trust in the end.
