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The Song of Old Lovers
Of course we have had our storms,
a twenty-year love, that’s love full strength!
A thousand times you picked up your suitcase,
a thousand times I flapped my wings
and every piece of furniture remembers,
in this room without a cradle,
the outbursts of the old hurricanes,
nothing looked liked nothing anymore,
you might have lost the taste for water
and I the taste for conquests!
But my love,*
my sweet, my tender,
my marvelous love,
from the clear dawn to the end of day,
I love you still, you know, I love you!
I know all your magic spells,
you know all my magic tricks,
you have kept me in trap after trap,
I lost you from time to time.
Of course, you took a few lovers,
one must pass the time,
needs be, the body must exult!
And in the end, in the end
we needed a lot of talent
to grow old and not become adult.
Oh, my love,
my sweet, my tender,
my marvelous love,
from the clear dawn to the end of day,
I love you still, you know, I love you!
And the more time is our escort,
the more time is our torment.
But is it not the worst trap of all
for lovers to live in peace?
Of course, you cry a bit less soon,
I tear up a bit less fast,
we protect less our mysteries,
we leave less to chance,
we mistrust the course of water,
but it still remains - the tender war!
Oh, my love,
my sweet, my tender,
my marvelous love,
from the clear dawn to the end of day,
I love you still, you know, I love you! |
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