I'm hiding from new love.
They're holding me, I'm their slave.
They put brilliant chains,
in which I am to the grave.
For them, I am a white apparition,
shyly looking around the corner.
I cause quiet resignation,
that they will go through hell for me too.
No, I do not want such sacrifices.
They oblige me to respond
with warm affection and strong oaths,
that I will never leave.
And those I'm staying with,
understand my fear of grates.
I set my boundaries myself.
So I do not live in golden cells.
That is why my love is pale -
to be seen by only a few.
And there is no warmth in my speech,
so as not to get cold when you are gone.
Goodbye and Kisses ...