Auf meinem Tisch ein weißer Bogen

On my table a white sheet
Your name on the envelope
How many hours have passed
How long I've been waiting here
I have so much to write to you
But the thoughts here want
Get stuck in my pen
As if they were afraid of the paper

You know, I think what's left
Why - no letter starts like that
And I tear up what I wrote
And start again from the beginning

The pen screeches over the lines
Could you be with me today
Could I share the hours with you
A thousand things came to mind
I don't need to tell you one
You would see what I think
Words that burn on the lips
Even if I remain silent, I still understand

You know, I think what's left
Why no letter starts like that
And I tear up what I wrote
And start again from the beginning

On my table a white sheet
Your name on the envelope
I closed the curtain
The day dies outside my window
And like in dark dungeons
Is there something I can't write to you
When are you coming to unlock it
In one day in one year
When