[Intro]
Instrumental
[Verse1]
Tell me years, which one of us is weary
Youth is a forelock on my forehead
Pray, do not pluck it off
I have come without asking, oh
I grasped soon
Love is an ointment on my mouth, it is if I can apply it
[Pre-Chorus]
Should I not succumb to my glass then
To who else should I succumb?
Father, when the soul does not sober up
Blood gathers, even if I offer a lifetime
[Chorus]
It is a wound, unless it is loved
Spreads to the heart, unless it is massaged
I fell asleep in front of the windows
While awaiting my father
It is a wound, unless it is loved
Spreads to thе heart, unless it is massaged
I fеll asleep in front of the windows
While awaiting my father
[Pre-Chorus (Variation)]
Should I not succumb to my fate then
To who else should I succumb?
Father, when the soul does not sober up
Blood gathers, even if I spread out a lifetime
[Chorus]
It is a wound, unless it is loved
Spreads to the heart, unless it is massaged
I fell asleep in front of the windows
While awaiting my father
It is a wound, unless it is loved
Spreads to the heart, unless it is massaged
I fell asleep in front of the windows
While awaiting my father
[Outro]
Instrumental