And so your picture has fallen
from the pages of an old book.
A memory in the heart crept
and the air has begun to make me short.
A memory I tried to hide
in the tomb of deceitful love.
To be able to discover later,
that I forgot to put him in chains.
And others are so submissive,
without reminding me that they are there.
They've all managed to get rid of them,
I just forgot your name.
And this picture again awakened
feelings I thought of sleeping.
In my stomach - hundreds of butterflies.
Or squeezing salt into old wounds?
Why so hard the heart forgets
the one who should not remember,
but without mercy, he pays for oblivion
hearts - for his love more worthy.
Goodbye and Kisses ...