| Heavy, suddenly they seem heavy |
| the linen and velvets of your bed |
| when our love passes to oblivion |
| Heavy, suddenly they seem heavy |
| your arms embracing me |
| formerly in the night |
| My boat parts, it’s going somewhere |
| people get separated, |
| I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting |
| Later, at some other place in a mahogany bar |
| the violins playing again for us |
| our song, but I’m forgetting |
| Later, it splits off to a cheek to cheek |
| everything becomes blurred and |
| I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting |
| Brief, the times seem brief |
| the countdown of a night |
| when our love passes to oblivion |
| Brief, the times seem brief |
| your fingers running all over |
| my lifeline. |
| Without a glance |
| people are straying off |
| on a train platform, |
| I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting |