What remains, what little remains Of our love, Barely anything is left Barely a thousand words...Remains Remaining, only the silence That makes it burst, The night cold and long The night that doesn't end...Only that remains.... What remains is the urge to cry In seeing that our love becomes further. Face to face. We look down Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing... What remains is the urge to cry In seeing that our love becomes further. Face to face. We look down Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing... Remaining, little tenderness And once doing some craziness A kiss now being forced....Remaining... Remaining... Remaining, a friendly gesture In order to not make life Insupportable.... And that way drown sorrows In seeing that our love becomes further What remains is the urge to cry In seeing that our love becomes further. Face to face. We look down Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing... What remains is the urge to cry In seeing that our love becomes further. Face to face. We look down Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing... Face to face We look down Well nothing is left To discuss Nothing... Nothing...