Okay, ich hoffe mal, das ist nicht zu unbekannt und vor allem mein Englisch nicht zu schlecht
One morning we woke up, the rough and cold autumn leaves in bed
Ivy had clung to Window arches shorn of glass
Broken glass, somnolent glance, the ever disheveled hair
I looked at you and wondered why it wasn't like in the past
The way to bath abrasive and dreary, the water icy and dusted
Someone had token the smiling from the matt mirrors a long time ago
I trudged down to the river, looked twelve months back numbly
Old happiness flowed blurrily in the reflection behind me
Back in my halls day found me weak and haggard
Why didn't you nurture the ember which linked us?
The last pieces of woord in the fireplace were burned down to ashes
Perhaps only your back was ever turned to this fire...
But pain in all your gestures trickled down like blood from you
The bitterness in every word was a grave to every further word
But pain doesn't give fortitude alone and flowers wither by time
The deepest love rots and dies if no one hears for what it screams...