I mourned for love, I sorrowed and it's enough
I swear that your existence is worse than your non-existence
You've begged luck several times and even begged in front of doors
I think you understood just
We're over, good morning
Write somewhere, little not much
You'll see after hours
Darling, if you fell on your own, you mustn't cry
You should kiss the head which you cannot twist
Write somewhere, little not much
You'll see after hours
Darling, these are your good days, you
Will suffer more, from me