She slept
To the heat of the crowd
And I woke up
Wanting to dream of her
Some time ago
I thought about writing to her
And I never avoided
Love traps
From that love
For mainstream music (1)
Nothing frees us
Nothing remains
I won't send her
Ashes of roses
I won't even avoid
A secret touch
From that love
For mainstream music
Nothing frees us
Nothing remains