Why do you press so many clothes
into such a small suitcase?
At this hour, no bus will come—
no road will carry you through the night.
You turn your face away, reluctant,
and still—it is not enough—
tears slip silently down.
The sky is rumbling,
soon the rain will break;
outside waits only
a wall of endless darkness.
You turn your face away, reluctant,
and still—it is not enough—
tears slip silently down.
I see the meal waiting on the table,
yet who will serve me now?
The bed is ready for sleep,
but how can I sleep alone?
You turn your face away, reluctant,
and still—it is not enough—
tears slip silently down.
Did you pack only two or three garments,
meaning to be gone just a few days?
Yes, I drank a little—
but is that such a sin?
You turn your face away, reluctant,
and still—it is not enough—
tears slip silently down.
I know you have waited,
alone too many nights.
Forget this leaving—
let me lock the door,
draw you close,
and keep you in my arms.
