... und darum Herr Richter

Here I stand now before the high court
and bury my happiness.
All that I have experienced
and shared with you over the years.
The time was so rich in beautiful moments
and I don't like to part with it.
Mr. Judge, my knees go weak
when you hear my reasons for this.

She was cynical and moody, incredibly despotic
and always had the right.
If I wanted to kiss her,
she would kick me down,
forcing me to my knees.
The alarm clock, the nagging,
the milkman, the baker,
they all came and went at her whim.
Slovenly, debauched,
powdered like a diva,
she mostly ruled our house.
I couldn't make a peep
and had to bow down,
that's what she made of me.
And that's why, Mr. Judge
that's why, Mr. Judge
I stand here today.

Yet we still love each other so much,
like before, like before.
If so many things weren't there,
love wouldn't be so hard for us.

Half of what he says is not true,
what is this guy thinking?
I did everything for him, how do I stand now?
I find that very mean of him.
Yet it was often so nice and beautiful,
and I don't like to part with him.
Mr. Judge, you will still understand,
when you hear my reasons for this.

He sat at the bar,
just around the corner from us,
the kids at home had to freeze.
Drinking without stopping,
at every party,
his money and his last bit of brain.
The morning trouble,
head full of worries,
a woman who had to tough it out.
The baker, the milkman,
they helped me now and then,
cashless, just for a kiss.
What I had to endure,
that's why I'm getting divorced,
what he made of me.

And that's why, Mr. Judge
and that's why, Mr. Judge
I stand here today.

Yet we still love each other so much,
like before, like before.
If so many things weren't there,
love wouldn't be so hard for us.

Love wouldn't be so hard for us.