Do you still remember this good time ?

This good time, when we went side by side ?

It was almost like I´ve often dreamed about,

and when we started, I couldn´t believe it.

You embodyed everything I want,

you delivered me from labyrinths of fear.

And to talk with you was always unconstrained,

it was always summer and the future called.

I suppose, I had too much to give.

Angels must fly and should not be buried.

Not be buried by a heap of peace and love,

because of this my angel choked on me.

My angel died, my angel died.

What should I do without a guide ?

My angel died, my angel died,

and who holds me warm and tight ?

I´m unable to say any word.

I can´t believe that this dream is now over.

Yesterday I stood at my window,

and saw the angel falling in love. But :

My angel died, my angel died.

What should I do without a guide ?

My angel died, my angel died,

and who holds me warm and tight ?

My angel died, my angel died.

What should I do without a guide ?

My angel died, my angel died,

and all I say is „Thank you" and „Good bye" !