It was like in a tale,
Roko didn't have anything
Cicibela even less.
But love cures everything.
He was an anarchist
They had lots of company
It was like in a tale
full of glamour and refreshments
but yet it's a real story
Harsh words were said
much wine was drunk
there were headaches at times
Time flies, while the cats whine
but lonely, poor love endures
a fistful of tears, a bag full of laughter
What is life other than a fantasy
It was like in fairytale
they lived like doves
and carried their burden
with much heart and few words
naked, barefoot, hungry, harsh
loving eachother the whole time
It was like in a fairytale
when they were very angry
bombs, arguments, revolvers
and many awfull words
miserably, they yelled
but those storms would always pass
Time flies, while the cats whine
but lonely, poor love endures
a fistfull of tears, a bag full of laughter
What is life other than a fantasy
It was like in a fairytale
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
they are ships at the bottom of the sea
all the swearing and harsh words
everything disappeared like smoke
The broom of time swept it all away