LYRICS

In the ironic and look will know,
she breathes the air of Thy room.
She now sleeps on my still warm place
and happy, that to me is terrible. (X2)

Chorus:
tears my shoulder yours dry yet.
not go there the other to bed at night.
tears me not to tell for me
what misfortune to fall in love with you! (X2)

that does not - want her to distraction,
when you win - you want another,
fool and I still love you.
Oh, how it hurts to loving indifferent! (X2)