You - in a coat. And smoke of a cigarette.
Rain. And the wet asphalt of Berlin.
Faces - like portraits of shadows. The Gothic
Temple - as on a picture.
I wait for you at the bathroom
But you don't want to come to me.
How long I'll wait still, my desired?
I want so much to be afraid of you again.
I'm giving you bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrists.
And I want to find the answers
To the question 'What happiness means?'
I'm - in hot water, and my veins
Doesn't hurt - only blood streaming.
White tiles are pressing the walls closer.
It's a pity, was no time to say goodbye.
A boot on the lips, and the whip.
A kiss - like burning pepper.
Cocaine, heroin and vodka. You're... my most favourite German.
I am giving you bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrists.
And I want to find the answers
To the question 'What happiness means?'
I am giving you bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrists.
And I'm holding in hands the answers
To the question 'What Happiness means?