Again I fly with passion I'm in the cigarette smoke,
You know, my dear, that I love you
And I with a needle prick hurry to you one,
Ask your questions, so what's my fault?
I have carried my love for you through the years,
And you are a cold wind walking on fate
And you say offensive words when you meet,
And me it comes love a SIP, to loop head.
I want the two of us to fly in the starry sky,
That quarrels and insults to us were not at all.
I get lost at a meeting, you hear my heart thumping
And legs in a drunken passion, run to you, run.
And the mind, like a stopper-it brings you pain,
It beckons you to the abyss - and your lips are again covered with blood,
And I'm praying again - Oh, God help me!
Give happiness for a moment and a drop of love!