He lives but barely speaks
In front of this photo of yesteryear
He believes it that's all
Apart from her he awaits nothing
Makes any sense and the air is heavy
He's alone, he often talks to her
He waits for her upright, upright
Nothing else holds him back
Promise me that everything will go well
Near you I still dream, yes
I don't know how to love anymore
I'll offer you all my gold
I'd wait for you at the port
I'd offer you my last breath of life
And nobody believes it but
Love makes from a fool a king
I'll fight again and again
It's the story of a lifetime