Go out in silence,
Don't turn up the light,
Touch my temple while sleeping,
If the other day,
You'd want to get back,
And know, that there,
Nothing will ever change

Take these old records,
You liked them,
I know every sound of them, anyway
Tell the children I plod on bread somewhere,
And lie, and lie, that you still love me, you want me

You may believe me or not, I know it for a long time,
You may believe me or not, I wonder how much you can bear

Burn my poems, do whatever you want to,
Every line of them mocks us manifestly,
Tell the childern I'll visit them on holidays,
And lie, and lie, and lie, that you still love me, you want me

Believe me or not, I know it for a long time