I Know It's OverOh, Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headand so I climb into an empty bedOh well, enough saidI know it's over - still I clingI don't know where else I can goOh, Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headSee, the sea wants to take meThe knife wants to cut meDo you think you can help me?Sad veiled bride, please be happyHandsome groom, give her roomLoud, loutish lover, treat her kindly(although she needs youmore than she loves you)and I know It's over - still I clingand it never really beganI don't know where else I can goI know it's overand it never really beganbut in my heart it was so realand you even spoke to me, and said:"If you're so funnythen why are you on your own tonight?And if you're so cleverwhy are you on your own tonight?If you're so very entertainingwhy are you on your own tonight?If you are so terribly good-lookingthen why do you sleep alone tonight?Because tonight is just like any other nightthat's why you're on your own tonightwith your triumphs and your charmswhile they are in each other's arms..."It's so easy to loveIt's so easy to hateIt takes strength to be gentle and kindIt's so easy to loveIt's so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kindLove is Natural and Realbut not for you, my lovenot tonight, my loveLove is Natural and Realbut not for such as you and I, my loveOh, Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my headA volte dimenticare sarebbe la cosa migliore, ma è difficile quando si sopravvive di ricordi nel bene e nel male... Quando sorridi guardando una foto... Facendo quel pensiero... Ascoltando un brano dopo tanto tempo... Sarebbe bello guardare alla propria vita senza rimpianti e rimorsi...
