My love, you and I
I think we have very different definitions of love
You're in love with the rose and I with love
that's why we can't get along...
There is huge place inside of me
enough for you and others too
this heart dies with love a thousand times, a thousand times it gets born with love again
they come and go those passions
change everything, change humans
over the years every one is ashamed...
of these empty meaningless small games
don't play with fire (x2)
in the end your hands and tongue will burn,
if you wish come and hit me one more time, on the hit places roses will open
Lover, this war is pointless
love is stronger than wars
to end the fights to end this life
Lover our love will save us