LOVE IS A TWO-PERSON THING

The wind changes direction
Suddenly the leaves yellow;
The ship at sea loses its way
Vainly seeks a harbor;
The laugh of a stranger
Stole from you the one you love;
The poison accumulating inside you
Will only kill yourself
Death, one experiences alone
Love is a two-person thing

Not even a memory remains
Of making love the whole night long;
A thousand years far away
Is the skin you touched a thousand times;
The poems you would be able to write
Are long since written and done
Death, one experiences alone
Love is a two-person thing

They canít comfort you anymore
The old familiar songs;
Grief is freed from its chains
The waters flow backwards;
If you draw your love like a dagger
It will serve only to kill
The wild bird of passion
Up and flew away
Death, one experiences alone
Love is a two-person thing

Youíre nothing but a lost melody
Played out and fallen from favor;
In your dreams a child sobs
As night rubs itself against the panes;
Because no butterfly
Experiences solitary passion
While loving, no insect,
No bird is alone
Death, one experiences alone
Love is a two-person thing