In our old yellow solitaire
stories are going in the same direction
everyone is talking that you are ice cold
But when they see you you're always alone
you won't even talk with us
you're so cute and so boring
And I don't know who is crazy enough
to fall in love with you
when something is wrong with your head
I don't misplace so often
and I know well where's my place
but my place is beside you
And I'm crazy again
so I'm in love with you
because the only thing that's missing in your head is me
I'll dress totally in white,clean,
white,transparently and tight
and your black eyes,eyes black
will look at me hot
I will pick two May roses
roses to cover your hair with gold
I'll call the musicians to
follow us through the city tonight
Neither ice cold nor boring
you won't be
till the morning from my lips
you'll drink