Oh! Will you never let me be?
Oh! will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us are still around us,
There's no escape that I can see.
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain.

A cigarette that bears lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
Those foolish things remain me of you.

A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
A fairground's painted swings
Those foolish things remind me of you.

Eric Manschwitz. Those foolish things.