All loves

I would have never believed
That one day I would see you without joy.
You would have never believed
That one day I would live without you.
Nothing remains the same,
Good turns into bad,
White turns into black,
But what has always been true will return.
 

All loves begin well:
A woman’s love, a love for work,
And also the love for freedom.
Often loves end badly,
Those who loved so much leave, work becomes servitude,
Freedom becomes a lie,
But we no longer lose
What has been true for a year, for a day.
Others in the world will love each other,
Others will work without sorrow,
Others will live in freedom.
 

I would have never believed
I would see the deceived people again.
You would have never believed
That those who exploit us teach virtue.
Nothing remains the same:
Good turns into bad,
White turns into black,
But what has always been true will return.
 

All loves begin well:
A woman’s love, a love for work,
And also the love for freedom.
Often loves end badly,
Those who are loved don’t know how to love, those who betrayed work,
Freedom belongs to those who can buy it,
But it starts again here.
What has been true in our day,
Many in the world already love each other,
Many already work without pain,
Many already laugh in freedom.
 

Love Me More

Love me more,
hold me tighter,
tell me that my love
are you.
 

Don't be afraid,
remain in my heart,
this is the most beautiful dream
of love.
 

You gaze at me and stay silent
without telling me why,
perhaps you want to make me suffer
and die for you.
 

Love me more,
hold me tighter,
tell me that my love
are you.
 

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You gaze at me and stay silent
without telling me why,
perhaps you want to make me suffer
and die for you.
 

Love me more,
hold me tighter,
tell me that my love
are you,
tell me that my love
are you.
 

Song of Flowers and Silence

They tell us: sing of forests and flowers,
Of the happy loves of people, joyfully,
With wire you sew shut your eyelids,
And fill your ears with muffled cotton.
 

And if the wheel turns, let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let it disappear,
And if someone dies, let them die.
 

They tell us: sing faintly and lovingly,
Be the rhythmic jesters of the industrial age,
Be merchants of small illusions and golden skies,
But above all, blow the soap bubbles.
 

And if the wheel turns, let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let it disappear,
And if someone dies, let them die.
 

They tell us: be silent, for silence is golden
About misery and work,
Be silent about life, if it has grey and hard days,
Be silent about love, if it is sad and dark,
Be silent even about flowers.
 

But if the wheel turns, let us not let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let us not let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let us make it reappear,
And if someone dies, let us not let them die.
And if the wheel turns, let us not let it turn,
If the man falls asleep, let us not let him sleep,
If the earth disappears, let us make it reappear,
And if someone dies, let us not let them die.
 

Moonless Night

Moonless night,
loveless night,
no hope at this point,
only a chill in my heart.
 

No, I don't want to reawaken you,
no, I no longer want to beg you,
no, perhaps suffering will heal me.
 

It's just a bit of jealousy,
of melancholy, of a sad
moonless night,
night without your love any longer.
 

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No, I don't want to reawaken you,
no, I no longer want to beg you,
no, perhaps suffering will heal me.
 

It's just a bit of jealousy,
of melancholy, of a sad
moonless night,
night without your love any longer,
without your love,
without your love!