The fact that I wander, that I get drunk
the fact that I send off the dark nights
the fact that you come into my dreams
you unknown woman, Ivana
That means nothing to you
but the devil sticks his fingers
in my wounded heart
yet again, again
Ref.
I loved one woman
many years ago
I'm affraid to
fall in love with you
I'm affraid of love
all because of the past
but I could love you
a lot Ivana
The fact that I show up underneath your window
the fact that I can't seem to find peace
the fact that I sometimes shed a tear
Ivana, Ivana
That means nothing to you
but the devil sticks his fingers
in my wounded heart
yet again, again
Ref.