Love is wrong, it sings a hopeless song It longs for bitter disappointment and tears, and tears It calls to all that used to be And it yearns for someone who was tender but untrue
Love is blind, its helplessly inclined To bind itself to discontentment and fears, and fears It [Incomprehensible] on nights that might have been Love needs nothing more to do
My darling, so I hold each little talking We knew, we knew Endlessly I unfold each word we've spoken We two, we two
Love is mad, its beautiful but bad It gladly weeps when disillusion appears, appears And so I cling to yesterday while Im hopelessly in love While Im hopelessly in love with you