I remember the first time when you touched me.

You lied - you lied to me and betrayed me.
You lied. It's breaking my heart.
I found out yesterday, and felt like such a fool.
A friend of mine saw you both.
I thought you were different. Do I really deserve this?
I don't understand you.

You lied, it's breaking my heart.
You lied, it's breaking my heart.

I remember the first time when you touched me
and my heart was goin´ round and round.
I remember the first time when you kissed me
and my heart was goin´ round,
my heart was goin´round and round

But I'll never think about that again.
I'll let you keep these memories for yourself.
(literally - 'I'll give you this memory as a gift').
You tell me you understand me - but I know you don't.
Because you don't feel what I feel.

You may be right in saying I'm taking this too seriously.
But that doesn't matter - it's about me. You're unfaithful every time,
even if only in spirit. No, I won't take it.

I remember the first time....