#nina chuba lyrics

[nightwideeyes]

“ich will dass das endet

ich würd mich gern ändern

doch irgendwie klappt das nie”

TINNITUS // NINA CHUBA

[geistesgegenwaertig]

Eigentlich nur wir, ansonsten brauch′ ich nichts, brauch' nur dich.

Nina Chuba

[ertrunkener-gott]

Vielleicht klingt's ein bisschen dramatisch

Doch ich mein's genau, wie ich's sage

Ein Blick von dir raubt mir den Atem

Ein zweiter verschlägt mir die Sprache

Nächster Abschied unterm Halbmond

Kann nicht schlafen, schlag' die Zeit tot

Herzen rasen, geh'n im Gleichschritt

Aber du bleibst nicht

Ich sitz' zuhaus und habe Heimweh

Regen tropft an die Fensterscheibe

Wo bist du, wenn ich allein bin?

Wo bist du, wenn ich—?

[xlostxgirlxoxo]

Such in dir das, was bei mir fehlt

Und das, was ich krieg, das versuch ich zu nehm'n

Gib mir 'n Teil von dir ab oder alles, was du hast

Und ich mach mich wieder ganz

Rotes Kleid und Kir Royal, ich trag Ohrringe aus Glas

Damit du mich brechen kannst...

[coffeeandjewlery]

Gib mir 'n Teil von Dir ab oder alles was du hast und ich mach mich wieder ganz

[prentissmultiverse]

Fata Morgana

You and Emily Prentiss share a connection that’s as intoxicating as it is impossible—moments of closeness overshadowed by distance and doubt. Caught between longing and the need to move on, you’re left questioning if love can survive when it feels like a beautiful illusion. inspired by Fata Morgana - Nina Chuba (1407 words) The city feels colder than usual tonight. The bite of the November air cuts through your coat, but you barely notice. The city lights blur into a kaleidoscope as you walk down the street, hands buried deep in your coat pockets. Your breath forms small clouds in the crisp evening air. Somewhere ahead, the faint hum of a car engine and muted laughter echoes. But your thoughts are elsewhere, your footsteps aimless until they inevitably lead you here -

Emily’s apartment.

It’s late—too late, really—but you find yourself here anyway, stopping across the street, staring up at the window where her light is still on. The faint golden glow spills into the night, soft and warm, so unlike the icy detachment you’ve come to associate with her. You’ve been here before. Too many times. You told yourself you wouldn’t come back. You promised. And yet, here you are. Again.

It’s like chasing a mirage in the desert. You know there’s no water, no oasis waiting for you. Just an illusion. A cruel trick of the light.

But God, the illusion is beautiful.

The first time you met Emily, it was her eyes that held you captive. Dark, enigmatic, and just a touch too cold. She had smiled then, soft but guarded. That smile had cracked something in you, and before you knew it, you were swept into her world.

It was intoxicating—her wit, her strength, the way she seemed to see right through you. But as much as she could pierce through your walls, she kept hers firmly intact. Every glance, every touch, every word between you felt like a dance, one where she always led, always kept the rhythm just out of reach. And you? You were too enchanted to let go, even when it became clear that Emily was more shadow than substance when it came to her feelings for you.

And you told yourself it was enough. That the stolen moments, the rare glimpses of vulnerability, made the rest of it worth it. Even when she pulled away. Even when she made you feel like you were chasing a ghost.

Now, as you stand there, staring at her window, you wonder if you were a fool for ever thinking it could be different. You know she isn’t waiting for you. She never has been. But still, a part of you hopes.

You take a step closer to her building, then another. The familiar pull drags you in like a tide. You don’t stop until you’re standing on the sidewalk just below her window, looking up like the world’s saddest cliché. The song plays in your head, the one that’s been haunting you since you left her a week ago. Ich seh' dich vor mir, Fata Morgana... The lyrics strike too close to home. She’s there, in your mind, as vivid as she ever was—yet somehow always just out of reach.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you whisper to yourself. But your feet don’t move.

But tonight, you’re here again. The glow from her window makes it impossible not to imagine her inside, curled up on the couch with a book, her brow furrowing the way it always does when she’s engrossed.

The sound of the door opening pulls you from your thoughts. Your breath catches as Emily steps out, her silhouette sharp against the light spilling from the hallway behind her. She’s dressed in an oversized sweater and leggings, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Casual, almost vulnerable. Almost.

Her dark eyes meet yours, and for a moment, neither of you says anything.

“What are you doing here?” she asks finally. Her voice is calm, but there’s a hint of something underneath—concern? Annoyance? You can’t tell.

You swallow hard, shoving your hands deeper into your pockets. “I don’t know.”

She steps closer, her expression unreadable. “(Y/N), you said you were done. You said—” She stops herself, her jaw tightening. “Why are you here?”

“I keep seeing you,” you admit, your voice breaking. “Everywhere. I can’t stop thinking about you. About us. Even though I know…” You trail off, looking down at the pavement. “I know it’s pointless.”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t do this to yourself,” she says softly, stepping down from the steps until she’s standing only a few feet from you. Her tone is almost gentle, but her words cut deep. “You deserve someone who can give you everything.”

“And you’re saying that’s not you.”

Her expression softens, but only slightly.  “I told you before—I can’t give you what you need.”

“And what is that, exactly?” You look up at her, your eyes searching hers. “Because all I’ve ever wanted is you. Just you, Emily.”

Her lips press into a thin line, and she looks away. For a moment, you think she’s going to say something, but she doesn’t. The silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating.

“Do you even care about me?” The words slip out before you can stop them.

Her eyes snap back to yours, wide with something that looks like shock—or guilt. “Of course I care about you,” she says quickly. Too quickly. “But it’s not that simple.”

“It’s never that simple with you,” you say bitterly, the frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface. “You keep me at arm’s length, but you won’t let me go either. Do you have any idea what that’s like? To feel so close to someone and still be completely alone?”

Her face falls, and for the first time, she looks like she might break. But she doesn’t. She never does.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you did,” you whisper. “Over and over again.”

Ein bisschen zu kalt und zu schön für die Wahrheit... Du bist eine Lüge, man hat mich gewarnt.

Later, when you’re back home in your dark apartment, the silence feels heavier than usual. You lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling, her voice echoing in your mind.

You’d always known Emily was a mirage, a vision too perfect to be real. But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less. The distance, the detachment—it was her armor, and no matter how close you thought you’d gotten, you’d never truly breached it.

You roll onto your side, staring at the empty space in your bed where she used to be. You told her you were done. And maybe, this time, you mean it.

And yet, you can’t help but long for her. For the rare moments when the walls came down, just enough to let you feel the warmth of her light. Even if it burned you in the end.

You close your eyes, but sleep doesn’t come. It hasn’t, not since you left her.

The next morning, you walk by her building again. This time, you don’t stop. You don’t look up. You tell yourself you’re moving on, that you won’t let her pull you back in.

But as you near the corner, you catch a glimpse of her—standing at her window, watching you go. Your heart lurches, and for one fleeting second, you consider turning back. Climbing the steps, knocking on her door, and asking her—demanding—what this all meant to her. If you ever meant enough.

But then the moment passes.

Her hand moves, a small, almost imperceptible gesture, as though she’s about to reach for the window or wave or stop you. But she doesn’t. And neither do you. And for a fleeting moment, you think you see something in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

Regret. Or maybe, just maybe, love.

You turn the corner, your footsteps quickening as the building disappears behind you. Your chest aches, your mind racing with what-ifs and maybes.

You don’t stop.

You don’t look back.

And as the distance grows, you tell yourself it’s better this way. Even if you don’t quite believe it.

And I see you before me, Fata Morgana I look into eyes that were never there for me A little too cold and too beautiful to be real You are a lie, I was warned

There are a hundred red flags, and you dance with them in the wind I love looking at you until everything around you blurs And you go so far that you don’t even know what we still are As long as you’re dancing, I’ll dance along until there’s nothing left

[justfriendsbestthings]

Hey Mimi 💜,

♾️

Hope you're having a beautiful evening!

Sophiaaaa 💜💜 I’m having a lovely evening, thank you. I hope you do too!

Your song is Heavy Metal Love by twocolors (and Nina Chuba whom I love with my whole heart)

My favourite lyrics are as follows:

‚Oh babe, I see you carry all of that baggage, shit you never unpack

I'm holding on to those habits, won't you hold me instead

So cynical but typical

How I'm trapped in all of that madness‘

But I do enjoy the whole slightly unhealthy and toxic situationship aspect of the song a lot hehe

[greenishness]

hi hello do u have any german music recommendations👂🎧

Sure!! Most of this is commercial pop or rock because I like having fun 💃🏻

Blaues Licht - Kraftklub

Ganz schön okay - Casper ft Kraftklub (my favorite summer song!!)

Zum Laichen und Sterben ziehen die Lachse den Fluss hinauf - Thees Uhlmann (my dad insists that this is the best song ever recorded)

Aufstehn! - Seeed ft CeeLo Green

Wildberry Lillet - Nina Chuba (my Italian roommate is obsessed w this one lmao)

Photosynthese - Dilla

Beinebrechen - Alligatoah ft Felix Brummer

Jenny Jenny - AnneMayKantereit

Wem du's heute kannst besorgen - Faber

Bei Dir - KUMMER

Imo Alligatoah is fun to listen to in general if you're interested in German as a language! He enunciates really well, has a good voice and his lyrics are clever

A lot of german bands are popular especially for their satirical or political songtexts so if your german is good you can give käptn peng KUMMER or Antilopengang a try 👍🏻

Personally I also like Deutschland by Rammstein and Haus der luege by Einstürzende Neubauten. And I am a MASSIVE fan of this girl's choir from Belgium covering German songs with women's names as song titles across all genres lmao 😭 CORDULA GRÜÜÜÜÜÜÜN 🎙️👄🎙️👄🎙️👄

[chipstuetenmeer]

„Ich will nicht wissen, wie dein Tag war, will nur wissen, wieso du nicht bei mir warst.“

- Zorn & Liebe, Provinz feat Nina Chuba

[varslove]

In the dead night, I’ll be here by your side

[nightwideeyes]

“ich weiß das Leben stresst dich. kann mich nicht erinnern wie es aussieht wenn du lächelst. du bist unfassbar unersetzlich, will nicht dass du weißt wie es ist wenn du weg bist.”

- nicht allein // nina chuba

[geistesgegenwaertig]

Wo bist du? Wo muss ich hin? Bist du noch wach?

Nina Chuba

[ertrunkener-gott]

Ich hoff, du findest Liebe

Weißt du, ich fühl mich grad so allein

Ich hoff, du findest Liebe

Ich lauf an deiner Haustür vorbei

Ich hoff, du findest Liebe

Auch wenn es mir das Herz zerreißt

Ich hoff, du findest Liebe

Ich wollt es dir nur sagen, dass du weißt

[gedanken-karussellx]

Wenn das das ist, was Liebe macht

Weiß ich nicht, ob ich viel vertrag'

Fieber- Nina Chuba

[svavariuniversum]

Beat my heart till the thing don't screw

Toy boy strangers, yellow black blue

Beat my heart till it's so damn bruised

Nina Chuba

[jgnico]

♫ + Suguru ♫ +Megumi ♫ + Touji uwu

For Suguru:

Shinigami by Kenshi Yonezu (highly recommend looking up the lyrics) and Youth by Daughter | I Can't Sleep by Nina Chuba for his daughters. | Geto's songs are all about being aware of the how cruel the world is and wanting better for the people he cares for.

For Megumi:

I'm Good by Sickick and Burning Incense by Skott | It's hard to find songs that capture Megumi's character because I think he feels a lot of things very deeply, but holds back on saying them so that he doesn't shatter the stability that he has.

For Toji:

Modus by Joji and Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish because I think Toji loves with his entire heart, but once he experiences loss, he's scared of showing that love for the few things that he has left in case he loses them too.