There ...
On my body a trace
The print of your lips
And a grain of happiness is left for me
When you go to her
I sink into darkness
All these mad years
I just got wrinkles
And I still madly believe you
That her loss
Will be my victory
Oh is it possible to love anymore?
There are open wounds on my heart
I'm removing everything until the bare skin
And giving myself to you wildly
After it all while you light a cigarette
I hide my tears
This night is only bakhshish
But she gets everything else
I know ...
That all of this is a lie
You never look at me like that
Like with her,with whom you would share a home
When you go to her
I sink into darkness
All these mad years
I only got wrinkles