"Is dat *** het werkt, als ik het vaak genoeg zeg, vind je mij dan leuk terug?"
Een grap, een wens, eigenlijk een verwijt,
maar de diepe twijfel raak ik niet kwijt.
Tussen ons een ravijn, en ik stond
aan geen brug.

And as you kissed me I silenty wept,
I wept for me because it was not you I wanted,
And I wept for you because you were the victim.
Your love was only met with my desire.

I mourn the moments lost with you
where I just couldn't talk in depth.
If you only could listen to conversations I have within,
would you then truly know me?
Would I then truly know me?

Desire has chained me to the mountain,
And you fly by every day,
Unknowingly eating my heart out.

The eyes sculpt out your beauty,
The tongue yearns for your sweet.
The ears cry your symphóny.
You are my mind's plead.
The heart beats to your lovely,
The nose could breath you in,
But the skin, you left lonely,
To the soul, a sin.

If I was the sky of stars above,
Would you see me?
Or would I be outshone by moon and sun,
too faded and far away,
or would you even then not lift your gaze from cold ground away

I can't **** this pain,
Not with a knive or pencil,
Not with foul words or soft lips,
Not with caring hands or a fist.

It is the pain of a love
Where once more Cupid missed.