It’s still a bit cold here, isn’t it and you’re hiding your face inside the scarf
Next to me you shiver a bit and we’re talking about memories and the future
Somehow it passed by, certainly so that I remembered three years
(But) now that importance, in this ephemeral I notice and the loneliness
The thoughts of you, they swing to you and you’ve hidden the (unverbundenen) hands
The way on a hill which I had to get used to walk on also soon becomes far and…
You looked back and laughed I, too was making fun and tried to imitate (you)
(It’s) repeating the smooth air at the back near me always
I open the album and dive into the day which doesn’t come and I wish that
So strongly I was wishing (begging)
On the first page of my memory it’s too lonely so that my heart was crying
More than ever (always) a bit longer I tried to see and reach your back
I watched enough on the way back, too after that it was already a bit(, )wasn’t it
The thoughts of you, they swing to you and once again these thoughts… don’t reach you and
If I couldn’t the not-being of the fog in the clumsiness they are passing by the bluely days
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