I ll throw it away

I'll take my pride, kicked a hundred times
I will take it in my hands, gently
I'm going to make love with it one last time
I'm going to make love with it passionately
                like I'm going to die
I'm going to make love with it
                like the best whore around

and then I throw it away

not because you won
not even because it doesn't hurt anymore
it's just fucking miserable heartache
there are things I just can't change
and the pain will heal once again

I'll throw it away

not because you won
or that it doesn't hurt
fucking miserable heartache
but because I want to live with love
not with my pride

and what would I do with pride
repeated cabaret farce over and over again
and what would I do with all those suitcases
in a cold and empty station

pride is the winter queen
of my dreams, hopes and Christmas wishes
she melted every spring
and could sing romantic songs

but we don't have snow this year anyway
not even in the mountains

and I want to live my dream with love
not with my pride anymore

thanks for being honest, love
thank you sincerely
very much thank you