Are you listening to me?

Lover in doubt, when feeling is hastily buried.
Lover in doubt, when habit and coolness complicate
the search and Fremde serve up spring.
Lover in fear, when mortality knocks and we calm down.
Behind a dandelion someone full of envy lies in wait,
an old lusting cricket of a man, who was always hot on women.
Lover in luck, when the little eternity approaches
and Fremde dish up spring.
Lover, when the little eternity approaches.
Lover in doubt, when feelings are hastily buried and
Fremde knock softly on the window.
[chorus]
Lover, are you listening to me at all?
Lover, when you listen to this tape,
I will no longer be here anymore,
I’ll be far, very far away, lover.
I know you won’t cry, you never loved me, lover.
That is the truth, when you listen to this tape
and I am no longer here.
Maybe, just maybe you will cry for me
like you cried for everyone, for all the idiots.
[chorus]
Are you listening to me ...?