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...