Still

Learning to live without hope Today is an art far afield; It doesn't matter if you can cope, For there must be no straying of calendars, No skipping ahead through the months and years, No expecting of mercy or pity's yield; Don't even bother blotting the tears- Still, bei mir bist du schon. Learning to live without hope Rarely accomplished in a single lifetime; And not washed away with soap. It's not very high on best-sellers lists, And no one writes it in diaries, All the action takes place in the mind; And living alone's a priori- Still, bei mir bist du schon.