It was like in a tale
Roko had nothing
Cicibela even less
but love cures everything
He was an anarchist
they had company as well
It was like in a tale
full of glamor and refreshing
It was also like in a tale
harsh words that were said
a lot of wine was drunk
there were some headaches
Time flies, cat is whining
waste, bare love is lasting
a handful of tears, a bag of laughter
what is life other than fantasy
It was like in a tale
they lived like pigeons
and carried their burden
with a lot of heart, with little words
naked, barefoot, hungry, harsh
they loved each other all the time
It was like in a tale
when they were very furious
bombs, arguments, revolvers,
and other terrible words
miserable them, they yelled
but the storms have passed
Time flies, cat is whining
waste, bare love is lasting
a handful of tears, a bag of laughter
what is life other than fantasy
It was like in a tale
little happiness, lots of misery
lots of coldness and draft
but love cures everything
better than a hundred ballads
better than a loaf of bread
It was like in a tale
but they are not around anymore
there are ships at the bottom of the sea
all the swears harsh words
everything disappeared like smoke
The time with its broom sweeps everything away