You forget me like a love song when one has danced it too long.
You forget me like an unknown shadow that just slipped away.
What to do to forget you—I think of you no matter what
in the hell where you threw me after our Bohemian times.
You forget me and me—I cannot get over the two of us.
You forget me—I go, I come, I run, and I survive however I can.
Give me a sign and I will search for you until the end of time.
I am certain of your freedom—I miss that too—I miss you too.
In my desperation, I write to you with a cry for help.
Silence—the companion of the night is the only answer I get.
It’s over and me—I cannot get over the two of us.
It’s over—I go, I come, I run, and I survive however I can.
Give me a sign and I will search for you until the end of time.
I am certain of your freedom—I miss that too—I miss you too.
You forget me like a love song on a broken record.
You forget me like an unknown shadow that just slipped away.
If you forget me—me, for what do I live?