I need in glasses of violet
sit down in yellow cabriolet,
and go so far on a empty road,
with gun in pocket, which yet unload,
but can be. This evening are satisfy
my beaten heart which is yet alive,
repeat - be slower until the end,
bed is better than meter into the sand.
I wish i could be forget by all,
and clear from rotten - my jaded soul,
and joyfully go to the sity new,
and take to those sity, my dear, you.
And speak with client in little shop,
and sing a song on the sunny top,
but first in glasses of violet,
i will get in yellow cabriolet.