Magda was like death, death wears black bra,
Tatooes like clouds after bomb explosions
She loved all dogs, all dogcatchers were nothing to her
Her hair smelled of pizza
I can feel this stink to this day, anyway
Mariusz son of a bitch
Neither smart nor dumb man
He was harsh inside, swearing like a trooper
Transporting skeletons in a black car
He could always feel in his bones
When the clouds felt like raining
She and he went crazy for each other
They were swallowing conventions, that's what the priest was telling them
Half of the town was tapping their foreheads with jealousy
Not many people wished them well
Probably everyone was waiting for them to make a mistake
Lovers in the darkness
For four and a half hour taken to heaven
They're always guests in someone's house
The world has forgotten for a moment
It turns without them, as usual
Lovers in the darknes
On the other side of their things alone together
If you want to meet them
Turn the radio down
Become a wall's ear
Probably at last soemthing bad happened between them
Where the pleasure was alive yesterday
The doors were slamming today
She cannot look at him
He doesn't want to talk with her anymore
Some weird kind of devil must have settled down in their blood
In a pub for suicides under a scarlet guillotine
I met Magda, she was taking pills for tears
She's lost some weight, become a bit uglier
Her heart was made of soap
There was no faith in her, neither will to live nor strength
For a couple of days the town was buzzing
Everyone was talking about it
The news spred in a flash
About those who were throwing burnt dough on each other
Those who didn't make it
Those who couldn't make anything
Lovers in the darkness
For four and a half hour taken to heaven
They're always guests in someone's house
The world has forgotten for a moment
It turns without them, as usual
Lovers in the darknes
On the other side of their things alone together
If you want to meet them
Turn the radio down
Become a wall's ear