You've looked at the mirror, there's noone better than you
Love the mirror
Radio plays your favorite song
Love the radio
The woman whose heart you looked into belongs to someone else
Is it good?
Now go and blow your head up
Sometimes you're getting tired of everyone
You want to turn the lights off and close the shop
Quarrels, worries, war, love, problems
Oh, brother, so much have fallen on you
You were left for later, it won't get any worse than that
Love the "later"
The one who chases profit gave up on you
Love your luck
Bitter and upset woman is inresponsive like a wall
Is it good?
Now go and blow your head up