A wind blows and licks your hair
It scatters the inexplainable
From side to side
Sleeps like fainted at the dawn
Buttons are opened, not wide enough
A fine drop of sweat runs down the neck
Those lips tired of kissing
Sits purple violets
Do I care, if the world burns down
Even my lover leaves me tommorow
Even this dance of love is not completed
Do I care, if the world burns down
Even my lover leaves me tommorow
Even this dance of love has a bitter end
Love! you are a sin since the first day
Yet you are still here despite of all the punishment
We are on fire and on top of that summer has come
No matter, what newspapers write today
We hug a little bit tipsy
Sunstroke was not enough so the moon did the same
One of these mad houses turning should stop
They are all confused
It is isolated and we are on the beach
I swear that this moonshine is so nasty
Tells me to bite those legs reminding pigeons
What a moonshin it is.