Love is wrong, it sings a hopeless song It longs for bitter disappointment and tears, and tears It calls to all that used to be And it yearns for someone who was tender but untrue Love is blind, it's helplessly inclined To bind itself to discontentment and fears, and fears It [Incomprehensible] on nights that might have been Love needs nothing more to do My darling, so I hold each little talking We knew, we knew Endlessly I unfold each word we've spoken We two, we two Love is mad, it's beautiful but bad It gladly weeps when disillusion appears, appears And so I cling to yesterday while I'm hopelessly in love While I'm hopelessly in love with you