An attempt at translating poetry
I didn't ask you to stay,
But you stayed.
I never asked
Who you were or what you wanted.
You just were there.

What do you, love, want from me?
Wasn't I much stronger alone?
And did I ever need you?

But stay just a little longer,
Not much.
Just so long until nobody asks:
Hey, how is it?
And so long until I don't don't say:
It's fine.

And everybody sees: you are there.
Since if you ever leave me
Know this - I will come with you.

"An die Liebe", originally in German by Adam Stern