Till The End

I feel till
Till the end
From hand to mouth
From hand to mouth
From your hand in my mouth

My good heart, it no longer sings
It's not that I'm sad
It's just pricked by sharp syllables

In the bosom it seems quiet and empty
Is lovesick and cracked
Doesn't want to beat politely anymore
It's not that I'm sad

Only on the heart is it heavy for me
It's not that I have sorrow
The tears that drop from the corners of my eyes
Only the smoke calls, give me another cigarette

Don't bite off more than you can chew
Nothing must, everything should
Everything comes, comes to light

Love comes, love goes
Doesn't go, no, no
Love doesn't go, no
Love doesn't go at all

From hand to mouth
Manual and oral
From the mouth to the hand
Who has the torment, has the choice

From hand to mouth
From hand to mouth
From the mouth to the hand
A utility
I feel till
Till the end