Just yesterday she was beautiful
Everything made sense in her hands
But since this morning
What amazed you about her
Irritates you to the utmost
From one day to the next
Her eyes that made you see mountains and rivers
Are stones that you can no longer look at
The stories she told
And which intimidated you out of nothing

This morning, they come out of your eyes
You can't swallow her looks anymore
You don't print her words well anymore
It's like coming home in the evening
And taking up another job
It gives dark ideas
It sticks the blues well
You drag your big cockroach and
Your head is full like a plane

Around you everyone is proud
Life as a couple suits you so well
It goes without a sorrow
You have laid many stones
Whole walls inside it's true
You look like a prisoner
But you're not going to spoil everything
Go away, start all over again
What an idea
And yet you know it
Between you it makes waves
From your laughter only tears remain

And hers, they come out of your eyes
You can't swallow her looks anymore
You don't print her words well anymore
It's like coming home in the evening
And taking up another job
It gives dark ideas
It sticks the blues well
You drag your big cockroach and
Your head is full like a plane

When are you leaving?
When are you changing the picture?
You need to move the frame
Comfort has many flaws
You would fall under the charm
You would melt under words
The words of another lady
And you would fly like a bird
You need to move the frame
Comfort has many flaws

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