Illusions
Illusions kill the man
They are the ones
that throw him
into perdition
and you would never, never
have played
with my love betrayal
You are pretty and you are nice
you are the owner of all my love
what you lack is a conscience
that stirs in your heart
Don't forget what I told you
no, keep it engraved in your heart, you would never, never
have played with my love betrayal
I want to tell her but I remember
I, that you loved another before me
in this world you did nothing to me
neither did you win nor did I lose
