You have sunk our hope. You have killed me that day.
I could truly come up to be yours and to stay.
I am tired of lies. I am sure you don't
know how far you have gone, but you'd know, and I want.
I'll be not a sweet dream, but a hellish nightmare.
It was not my idea, if you do really care.
I have felt all the truth just from that very day.
You could enter the youth, you should come and could stay.
I do really still know - love could not ever hurt.
It can shine high above. Let me take off your shirt.
Never show or don't tell of your strange black tattoo,
which a serious man could but never would do.
I still love and do pray,- what a woman can do?
To be angel - it's mine,- but that strange your tattoo...
I'll be yours and it's truth. Love can cure, not hurt.
Let us enter the youth. Let me take off your shirt...
It's a deal of my life - to forgive and to love.
Sun will fall and raise up to shine hence high above.
It's a trial of your life -to give up and to live.
Let me show you the way to survive and believe.
Let me give you the clue to find me and yourself.
We have now a few time,- my love ship's on the shelf.
I will be your sweet love, not a hellish nightmare,
if you'd give up the lie, if you do really care...