Your memory is still here
It burns and soaks me all the same
And I no longer know what to think
If your memory does me good or does me harm
A gray kiss, a white kiss
Everything depends on the place
That I left, that's clear
But your memory doesn't go away
I feel your lips on summer nights
There they are, watching over me in my solitude
But sometimes they want to kill me
Your memory is still here
It burns and soaks me all the same
And I no longer know what to think
If your memory does me good or does me harm
Sometimes gray, sometimes white
Everything depends on the place
That you left, that's in the past
I know that I have to forget you
But I lit a little candle to all my saints
There it is, so that you think a lot about me
Don't stop thinking about me
Your memory is still here
It burns and soaks me all the same
And I no longer know what to think
If your memory does me good or does me harm
Think about me, it's antidote and poison to the heart
It does you good, it burns and soaks, it comes and goes
Where are you? Trapped among the verses
And it falls so hard that it even
Burns me down to the skin
And I no longer know what to think
If your memory does me good or does me harm
But it breaks, it breaks the heart
I know that I have to forget you
If your memory does me good or does me harm