Letra de Totgeliebt (ingles)

I stop the letter, in my cold hand. The last sentence was long, solang it still burns, look at I it. With each line, a feeling dies. Which is darkness, a shower of you remains, helps no longer much. It kills me, We ham us dead, It kills me, because our dream, in rubble lies. Die Welt is to be silent, and always lonely its. We are lost, even if powers, unite. It is past. The vultures circle, over unserm district. Which we carry forward still, is everything not worth. If we us verlier´ n, They approach, are behind us ago. Wools you and me. Now release me, I cannot do no more. It kills me, We ham us dead, It kills me, because our dream, in rubble lies. Die Welt is to be silent, and always lonely its. We are lost, even if powers, unite. It is past. It is past. It is past. It is past. The vultures circle, over unserm district. Kill the last of you, and the latter in me. It kills me We ham us dead, It kills me, because our dream, in rubble lies. Die Welt is to be silent, and always lonely its. We are lost, even if powers, unite. It is past. It is past. It is past. It is past.