Bob Dylan: Dirge.
„I hate myself for loving you
and the weakness that it showed.
You were just a painted face
on a trip down suicide road.
The stage was set, the lights went out
all around the old hotel.
I hate myself for loving you
and I’m glad the curtain fell.“
So müssen Liebeslieder klingen. :)
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Wenn wir schon alles falsch machen, dann wenigstens richtig.