On your birthday

On your birthday
you ask yourself:
What remains of me?

You see and feel
the years going by:
Birth, childhood, friends, school, a job
and a whole life between.
And you start to think:
At least we´ve got our song!
Yes, my friends,
what stays,
is our song!

You fell in love,
you lived in a relationship,
but you split.
At least we´ve got our song!

After you travelled the world
and saw different continents,
after you dived into an ocean
and ran through a desert,
you ask yourself:
What remains forever?
It´ s our song!

This song is blinding me,
your voice,
your soul,
your faith
is blinding me.
Even the night 
together with you
is blinding me,
because you and our song 
shine so bright!

Oh, sing this song
one more time
and I stay 
for another dance,
I stay for another kiss.

Yes, with you
I stay forever!

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