Faith in me, is faith in you
Dying within is dying without
Broken joints are nothing to you
Nothing to you is nothing to me
Should I care for a fading man
Should I die for a broken land
Should I bow to a bleeding lie
Should I frown to a fucking lie
Withered and faded
Dying and jaded
Loving you is loving the dead
Dark wonder to conquer the dark
Conquered you, deprived and said
The love that binds is the love that kills
Should I cry for a dying soul
Should I find the deadman’s hole
Called for you, you never came
Screamed for you, all in vain
Conquered and bleeding
Vainquished and dying
L’amour qui ne voit pas
L’ amour qui n’entend pas
L’amour qui ne vit pas
C’est toi
1945, c’est toi
Ein enfertes Herz
Aber 15 Jahre in der Traum
Un Jetzt es ist fertig
Mein Herz ist nicht dein Herz
1945
Es ist fertig, Im Berlin