Translation
Du und ich oder auch Warum?
Es ist kein Gedicht und keine FanFiction. Ich sag dazu immer "Gedankengänge".
You and me or why?
You and me or why?
Why?
Why do you have to be so beautiful Why do you have to talk like that that I subconsciously get weak? Why do you have to be who you are?
It's not fair! - Before me, in front of me! Even if it comes across ... arrogant now ...
I don't know how to act when you're around. I don't dare to look you in the eye because then I think I'm dreaming. You are so beautiful ... you are brown; I didn't know what they looked like for a while. Because I never dared to look you straight in the eye. But as far as I could tell - brown; a very slight tinge of green is still there if I'm not mistaken. Why don't I dare to look you in the eye? For example - because you are a teacher - also young, handsome and have children?
That can - and must not be true!
I don't know what fascinates me so much about you - probably just your looks; but that fascination with being in love is there - and I can't help it!I've tried several times, for myself, to be neutral towards you and not to show any feelings about love affairs - it worked, but only for a short time. These feelings came and kept coming.
I'm in love - and so in love - like never before. Can it be like that? I know: no! But what can you do about it if you've already tried to suppress your feelings and it didn't work?
Sometimes I would just hit myself for it or jump off a bridge; because of this and other things. I would so much like to tell you my feelings; how I think - about you, about all of life - and how I feel. But I'm probably not allowed to either.
Can't I finally die for it?
I cry - not every day - but often enough when I think of you and other situations that I have experienced with you. Forgive me and let me lie because I don't want to anymore. I cannot be helped; cause i'm not what you believeI'm not a normal person - what is normality? Is anyone normal at all?
But I'm certainly not normal - because I do things that are not good and also not acceptable. Probably nobody will mourn for me anyway if I died - one would have been briefly shocked at school or would have been, but one would immediately forget me after a few days or weeks. However, nobody in school would really grieve for me.
I can't forget and I can't do what I want to do.
Do you know how it is
I do not think so.
Why?
Why do you have to be so beautiful Why do you have to talk like that that I subconsciously get weak? Why do you have to be who you are?
It's not fair! - Before me, in front of me! Even if it comes across ... arrogant now ...
I don't know how to act when you're around. I don't dare to look you in the eye because then I think I'm dreaming. You are so beautiful ... you are brown; I didn't know what they looked like for a while. Because I never dared to look you straight in the eye. But as far as I could tell - brown; a very slight tinge of green is still there if I'm not mistaken. Why don't I dare to look you in the eye? For example - because you are a teacher - also young, handsome and have children?
That can - and must not be true!
I don't know what fascinates me so much about you - probably just your looks; but that fascination with being in love is there - and I can't help it!I've tried several times, for myself, to be neutral towards you and not to show any feelings about love affairs - it worked, but only for a short time. These feelings came and kept coming.
I'm in love - and so in love - like never before. Can it be like that? I know: no! But what can you do about it if you've already tried to suppress your feelings and it didn't work?
Sometimes I would just hit myself for it or jump off a bridge; because of this and other things. I would so much like to tell you my feelings; how I think - about you, about all of life - and how I feel. But I'm probably not allowed to either.
Can't I finally die for it?
I cry - not every day - but often enough when I think of you and other situations that I have experienced with you. Forgive me and let me lie because I don't want to anymore. I cannot be helped; cause i'm not what you believeI'm not a normal person - what is normality? Is anyone normal at all?
But I'm certainly not normal - because I do things that are not good and also not acceptable. Probably nobody will mourn for me anyway if I died - one would have been briefly shocked at school or would have been, but one would immediately forget me after a few days or weeks. However, nobody in school would really grieve for me.
I can't forget and I can't do what I want to do.
Do you know how it is
I do not think so.