Der Brief English translation
von Juliane Werding

If I write to you today
It's only because otherwise
You'll never understand me
Because when I talk to you
You correct me, interrupt me
Or leave

You think I should be grateful
But what do you get out of hypocrisy
Unfortunately, I never disguised myself well
For too long you suppressed me
Stifled the urge for freedom within me
And mocked what I like

My mistakes, my weaknesses
You always registered
Very precisely
You were only nice when I was doing badly
You never accepted
My victories


And when a friend came to my house
Then you looked like an angel
And spread your charm
No sooner was he gone, than your scorn came
Because it already seemed ridiculous to you
That he chose me

Most of the time I was a burden to you
Only sometimes were you proud of me
Because I seemed so similar to you
Except that I am, after all,
Almost twenty years younger
You haven't forgiven me for that to this day

Don't give me guilt trips
Your attempt to tie me down like this
Is going wrong
I finally want to be free from you
That's why, Mom, I wrote you
This letter
That's why, Mom, I wrote you
This letter
That's why, Mom, I wrote you
This letter