Don't look with contempt, pouting your lips
Forget it, let the small waves stay where they are
I would've forgotten you long ago
Those songs be damned
If you're beautiful - you're beautiful, isn't there anyone like you?
Bud is the initial state of all roses
I would've forgotten your face, your hands
Those songs be damned
Eventually I've rubbed salt into my heart's wound
How many mountains you've erected, so many, don't search
But there's such thing as rejecting you and leaving
Those songs be damned