Einer verrückten Liebe gewidmet....


I do not dream any more
I do not smoke any more
I do not have even any more history
I am alone without you
I am ugly without you
I am Like orphan in a dormitory
I do not want any more
Of living my life
My life ceases when you leave
I do not have any more life
And even my bed
Transforms itself into quay of station
When you from go away…
I am [bad word] sick
As when my mother left the evening
And that it leaving me only with my despair
I am sick
Perfectly sick
Arrive to you one never knows when
You set out again one never knows where
And that will make soon two years
That you of insane…
As with a rock
As with a sin
I am fixed on you
I am tired, I am exhausted
To make pretence be happy
When they are there
I drink every night
even all whiskies
For me have the same taste
And all boats
Carry your flag
I do not know any more where to go you are everywhere…
I am [bad word] sick
I pour my blood in your body
And I am like a dead bird
When you you sleep
I am sick
Perfectly sick
You deprived to me of all my songs
You emptied me of all my words
However me I had talent
Before your skin…
This love kills to me
If that continues
I will only burst with me
Like an idiotic kid
Close to my radio
by listening to my own voice which will sing…
I am [bad word] sick
As when my mother left the evening
And that it only left me with my despair
I am sick
it is that I am sick
You deprived to me of all my songs
You emptied me of all my words
And I have [bad word] sick heart
Encircled barricades
Hear you… I am sïck…