Was bleibt (What's left)

Version anglaise

She was beautiful and showed off her legs
to the whole café.
I’d forgotten – but, as usual,
the barkeeper told me all about it.

Now all that’s left is the hell at home
she makes for me.
No good morning, no good night
and each time she brings it
all up again:

" It’s the time when lilac fades to white.
You said yes to me once – now just look what’s left."

The awful thing is, now and then
I like to remember how things were …
and I must admit that when I drink
the world drowns in what absorbs me.

I am sitting here now
and listening hard and do whatever
people tell me – where, and how much,
and whatever else was once there.

"It’s the time when lilac fades to white …"