I always slept
With your name on my lips
You always slept
With my name on your lips
And wherever I turn
Your hand is in mine
And when I want to say something
I say we
Ref.
Love, love
Ah, love
All my other lovers
Are long gone, and your other lovers too
Old Slavs
Had words of duality in their vocabulary
And when I want to say
I say we
And when I think of myself
In fact I think of us
Ref.
And how time passes us by
Yes, time passes us by fast
Both days and nights are
Elephants in Indian drawings
It pains and it pains
It pains and pains us, love
Love pains us
Ref.
Slowly boredom messes our hair
And dirties our hands
Slowly boredom makes us wrinkle
From false laugh
And our intimate words become habits
And our intimate names become habits
Love pains us
Love, ah love
Ref.
Love, love, love