The soul in pain
Or: The troubled soul / lost soul
He lives but barely speaks
In front of this photo of yesteryear
Or: In front of this old picture
He believes it that's all
Or: He just believes
Apart from her he awaits nothing
Makes any sense and the air is heavy
Or: (Nothing around) Has meaning and the air is heavy
The gaze absent
Or: His look distant
He's alone, he often talks to her
He waits for her upright, upright
Nothing else holds him back
Promise me that everything will go well
Near you I still dream, yes
I don't know how to love anymore
I beg you stop, stop
Or: Please stop, stop
I didn't want all this
I'll offer you all my gold
I'd wait for you at the port
I'd offer you my last breath of life
Can illuminate the night
Or: It can light up the night
Can build a whole empire
And nobody believes it but
Love makes from a fool a king
I'll fight again and again
It's the story of a lifetime