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I received your letter
And from my window
When I saw them take you away
My head bowed
The tears I had on my hands
We're running out of breath towards yours
Which were closing behind you
Muffling all that remained of my voice

Bastard feelings
To caress the sky
Or even to flirt with the sidewalks
Push me towards Viertel
To try to see you again
So as not to bluff my hope
I bang my head against the wall

And I irritate my sure tears
On his armor
And then I grit my teeth
Believe me, don't forget, count on me
Kiss our parents
Tell them I am their child

And from my window
I write you my letter
I have too much trouble falling asleep
And if my blood turns
It's the smoke I breathe
And which pushes me to return
To the side of the wall Viertel
Hoping that you'll pass through heaven

And when I feel strong
I speak to the watchtowers
And if I know they're watching you
It's because they're killing my sleep
By preventing me from kissing you
By illuminating this poor kiss
That I send to you by mail
From this side of Berlin that they took you from

I have to grit my teeth
Believe me, forgive me if I don't come
Kiss our parents
Shout to them that I am their child