I know that it is nonsense, when you say,
That you remember everything has happened.
They used to sing: ‘The rules must be obeyed’,
But I suppose that it has never mattered.

Delirium to dream of the repeat
Of all the things, that have to be forgotten.
It doesn’t even matter, if you cheat,
When all your dreams are almost at the bottom.

I knew that you would come to me someday,
But didn’t think that then I would forgive you…
I didn’t have enough for you to say,
But you’ve turned out to be so plain to talk to.

And so I showed you everything I felt –
Was that enough for us to have a future?
Was it enough for icy hearts to melt?
My feelings, anyway, have always been unmutual.