Six million hearts flew up out of the chimney
I will forgive myself my little lies today, my love
we will dance with the villagers in the village square
we will laugh
I love you
Love is hate and hate is love
we're going to the party, the coachman's whip cracks
in a red velvety blouse
you look like Eve and Maria
they will kill me today
My children understood, they're looking at me suspiciously
the third eye is an empty space above the nose
God has calmly gotten drunk on cheap Balkan liqueur
and now he's sleeping away
else it doesn't sense