It was his love, his work, his passion, his dream.
Fu*k his bills, his fortune and possessions.
Even if they shackled me, I wouldn't stay.

His eyebrows, his eyes, his power of revenge.
There is something a kind of shame, for God's sake.
Even if they shackled me, I wouldn't stay.

I'm a human, a human.
Come on, let's leave right away and right now.
Turn off your phone, let your callers don't reach you.

We'll turn the radio and wander the roads aimlessly.
Won't the sea air do your good?
We'll find a tiny room with the roof above our heads.

Then we will also fill up two glasses.
We will follow the track of our dizzy heads
About your love, about your work,

And your shattered dreams
About my right and wrong words
About the fact, that I haven't dropped on my knees

I regret, I regret about it all.