Bastard you're hurting me
One day or another I will throw you down the stairs
I won't be around and after that I will go to eat
And there the police will find me.
You were with the manager
But look a bit what you have done
And what I have to bear
It is the drop that floods
a vase* with too many cracks
that slowly, slowly, slowly breaks.
Oh, it is our love story
Oh, only dust that makes the heart go faster.
Bastard you're hurting me
One day or another I will throw you down the balcony
Then I will call your mother and tell her:
"Mrs, Merry Christmas, you daughter Gwendolyn is dead."
Oh, it is our love story
Oh, only dust that makes the heart go faster.
Oh, it is our love story...
Oh, only drops that don't let sleep
Oh, it is our love story
Oh, only dust that makes the heart go faster...
Oh, it is our love story...
Oh, only drops that don't let sleep, sleep, sleep.
Oh!
Oh!