Ich frag mich [English translation]

A thousand things

you told and pormised me.

The things we do together, last

forever until the end of the world.

I don't know why this

has broken.

We both remain, how everyone says,

a little compromise.

I ask myself

Why are you actually still here?

And why am I running after you again?

You haven't quite yet figured me out,

I haven't quite yet figured you out.

I ask myself

why do I still cling to you,

still to you,

do I still cling to you?

You have once again

secretly drowned, flooded, omitted my head,

so very uninhibited.

Spoiled thousand moments for me,

that I don't know myself yet.

I can't do with, I can't do without.

I'm left with nothing but: what if?

I ask myself:

Why are you actually still here?

And why am I running after you again?

You haven't quite yet figured me out,

I haven't quite yet figured you out.

I ask myself

why do I still cling to you,

still to you,

still to you,

still to you,

still to you?

We go on and off,

like a little light,

when my little hope and yours

breaks everytime.

Have I already told you,

that I miss you anyway,

when we, with obvious doubts,

stick to each other?

I ask myself:

Why are you actually still here?

And why am I running after you again?

You haven't quite yet figured me out,

I haven't quite yet figured you out.

I ask myself

why do I still cling to you,

still to you,

still to you,

still to you,

still to you?