I remember what we got for free:
A beating heart, A flying heart.
I look back, it was beautiful
as long as it was alive.

I felt my life
I felt our love
It's golden, It's green
It's blue, looking up at the sky.

But, Oh darling,
we weren't ready!
Look, at it this way
if nothing remains

Nothing is left behind, now we recognize.
No blood, no body,
No hitting, no fluttering.
Not my life, not our love!

We have decided in a moment of carelessness
that our love must die!
Look at it now:
Nothing is left behind!

This is what it looks like
After we gave up.
Our love died and from us ...
Nothing is left behind

~ Die Englische Version des vorherigen Gedichtes. Inspiriert von dem Lied Lover's Death (oben eingefügt)~