Sometimes it happens that you are friends
And then you are not friends,
And friendship has pa**ed.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself.
And sometimes it happens that you are loved
And then you are not loved,
And love is past.
And whole days are lost and among them
A fountain empties itself into the gra**.
And sometimes you want to speak to him
And then you do not want to speak,
Then the opportunity has pa**ed.
Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.
And also it happens that there is nowhere to go
And then there is somewhere to go,
Then you have bypa**ed.
And the years flare up and are gone,
Quicker than a minute.
So you have nothing.
You wonder if these things matter and then
They cease to matter,
And caring is past.
And a fountain empties itself into the gra**.
And sometimes it happens that you are loved
And then you are not loved...