You send me letters and photographs,
to comfort me,
but I'm waiting for you to come home from abroad
The pain and tears of the heart don't heal with letters and photographs
Even if we live seperately,
you always remember me and never forget about me,
but please please please come back from abroad if you love me
The pain and tears of the heart don't heal with letters and photographs
I got rid of her yet I still love her
I got rid of her so that maybe I could calm down
I broke up with her and what can I tell you
I coulnd't forget her for a moment
I got rid of her so she'd go far away from me
but my heart still begs for her
I got rid of her so I wouldn't break down
I gor rid of her so that maybe I'd forget her
I broke up with her what a frightful passion
I couldn't love anyone else
I got rid of her so she'd go far away from me
but yet my heart still begs for her
A dangerous death are your eyes
those eyes that are so sneaky
who gave them to you
so that I unjustly saw them
and they have burned my heart
When your eyes drop a glance at me
they shock my heart with only a current
A dangerous death are your eyes
and they have turned on a heavy pain inside of me
you take advantage of my heartbeats
and you don't feel bad that I am in pain
It amazes me how in basically every language, songs are made to rhyme, since this is a poor translation of course there is no rhyme.
-TM