What would you say
if I shall take the blame
and live with the pain myself?
Your name could be clean,
You won't have to worry about a thing,
Just take it all out on me.
What would you say?

I lived,
Now I must die
and leave it all behind.
I ran,
Now I must rest
and see it all go by.

What would you do
if I took upon myself all of your burdens
and live with the shame myself?
Your soul would be relieved,
You won't have to be scared of anything,
Just put it all on me.
What would you do?

I tried,
Now I must stand aside
and see it all break down.
I spoke,
Now I must keep quiet
and watch them all going mad.

I'd lie if I say
that I don't care,
But there's nothing
else to be done.
Take my hand,
There's no need for words
or other deeds,
Let's just sit here in quiet
under the milky-way,
Counting stars.