If You Stop Breathing -

Now, who is this kneeling in the sleet

I hold your hand wondering if you hear me there’ll be…

Nothing left to say if you stop breathing

So who are you kneeling at my feet

I hold your head begging you: «Please hear me!»

— there’ll be…

Nothing left to say if you stop breathing

So don’t you hold, not your breath for me

Nothing left to say if you stop here…