Over the last few days no one is knocking on my door
Your absence is seeping inside my breast
I have got a pot of tea
And my tobacco run low
Every sencence that I've wrote on the wall is crying
Lights of the houses are dying down light by light
This house and this melody don't leave me alone
Nights are black trains.
Nights,
are burden you onto me,
Nights,
I have got a picture of you, it doesn't look me in the eye
My arms want you,
Nights again you,
I can not enjoy spring and also not summer, dear
Have a day long as a pot of tea, and my life is running out
Is there not an original of this?
From this unoriginal faces.
You pass my lips
Your eyes don't burn
Giving up doesn't work, dying also doesn't.
Nights are black trains.
Nights,
are burden you onto me,
Nights,
I have got a picture of you, it doesn't look me in the eye