| What have we done, what have we done | |
| What will we be when the day comes? | |
| Will we still have it all? | |
| Will we fall into piles of trembling bones on the floor? | |
| The bird never flies with wings tied behind | |
| The girl doesn't sing in the dark | |
| Twisted and painful she came to me | |
| Shameful and we told our secret afraid of the morning star | |
| How will she live without me now | |
| Cover our footsteps in burgundy wine | |
| Fight for composure, I'll give her mine | |
| Will we have the strength for the boy with the colorful name? | |
| The bird never flies with wings tied behind | |
| And the girl doesn't sing in the dark | |
| Twisted and painful she came to me | |
| Shameful and we told our secret afraid of the morning star | |
| How will she live without me now |