I have just thought about you, baby, I fell dead.
Who gave to the little God gray scepter of the abyss?
I just know that I am not the one who you sleep with ,
I just know that I am not the one who you sleep with.
Hey, baby, tell me, where do you see in me something you don't hate?
How lonely and sad I'll be in this cemetery.
What heat will be here, during summer, without you?