| When I look into your eyes, |
| Then I know that life’s worth living, |
| Just without you, |
| More or less, |
| There’s nothing left to tell. |
| All the years we shared our time, |
| All the things we had in common, |
| All the crisis, |
| More or less, |
| We’ve nothing left to tell. |
| All excuses, all your plights, |
| All your nice ideas, |
| Effusions of your mind, |
| But I’ll tell you for a thousand times: |
| I want you going down, |
| Just for one time. |
| I want you going down, |
| Going down to the place |
| Where you belong to. |
| When I woke up in your arms |
| And I felt myself, I’m freezing |
| That’s unusual, |
| More or less, |
| There’s nothing left that’s warm. |
| All the years we shared our dreams, |
| Now I know it was a nightmare, |
| Of your loving, |
| More or less, |
| There’s nothing left to loose. |
| All excuses, all your plights, |
| All your nice ideas, |
| Effusions of your mind |
| But I’ll tell you for a thousand times: |
| I want you going down, |
| Just for one time. |
| I want you going down |
| Going down to the place |
| Where you belong to. |