I heard lies of rhymes when love speak to me,
I stay silent in void of entrusted feelings,
There I smile in emptiness of life.
What a writer may become,
When not to find escapes for others.
This city, makes me alive,
This city, makes me breathe,
The pains of known heart-stealing.
Liebe, keep away what you gave me,
I am afraid to close my eyes.