Will there be darkness in your heart,
When cold hands touch hands in surprise hours?
Will there be blush on your cheeks,
When impure lips kiss lips in simple chores?
Will there be lust in your eyes,
When clothes take clothes in rushing blood?
Will there be peace in your thoughts,
When words meet words in longing charged?
Will there be anguish in your hands,
When sinning legs scream to legs in subtle art?
It’s our love, Liebe, which sparks life in us,
May be the day never looked back smiling,
When you confessed to the confessions,
In times of love, we longed to hear each other.