Erinnerung [English translation]

I dwell in memories,

and wish the clock back.

Momentary rememberences

make it momentarily

exactly as it used to be,

even when I realise

it never can be.

But how I love to spend

my moments in these memories.

A large part of the memories

is filled by your name,

and in these memories

all is beautiful as it was

at the beginning.

I realise these moments

will never pass again.

But how I wish they could come back

if only momentarily.

An echo in time

is all that remains.

For an instant,

images scurry past

before shattering

in a moment.

And now I dwell in memories

perhaps for the last time.

And yet, leaving the memories

is rarely a choice.

Just like it used to be.

Who cares! I realise

that it can never be!

We wanted it

but we can never go back,

even momentarily.

An echo in time

is all that remains.

For an instant,

images scurry past

before shattering

in a moment.

The story of rememberence

barely makes any sense.

Regardless, everything I am

is within these memories.

Exactly as I used to be.

I can be this way no longer,

that is clear to me,

but I wish I could be that me

momentarily.

An echo in time

is all that remains.

For an instant,

images scurry past

before shattering

in a moment.

• Artist:Saltatio Mortis
• Album:Zirkus Zeitgeist