What remains, what little remains
Of our love, Barely anything is left
Barely a thousand words...Remains

Remaining, only the silence
That makes it burst, The night cold and long
The night that doesn't end...Only that remains....

What remains is the urge to cry
In seeing that our love becomes further.
Face to face. We look down
Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing...

What remains is the urge to cry
In seeing that our love becomes further.
Face to face. We look down
Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing...

Remaining, little tenderness
And once doing some craziness
A kiss now being forced....Remaining... Remaining...

Remaining, a friendly gesture
In order to not make life Insupportable....
And that way drown sorrows In seeing that our love becomes further
What remains is the urge to cry
In seeing that our love becomes further.
Face to face. We look down
Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing...

What remains is the urge to cry
In seeing that our love becomes further.
Face to face. We look down
Well there's nothing to discuss....Nothing... Nothing...

Face to face
We look down
Well nothing is left
To discuss
Nothing... Nothing...