Plus a comma,
Minus love.
I'm sleeping with an understanding I'm not with you.
The hands — so hot, the hands — don't touch,
The lighter’s fire has died,
The lighter’s fire has died.
I dedicate my songs to you
Even though you're not interested in them.
I'll never return back to life for you,
I'm no longer myself.
And you'll never forget me,
And even if you fall in love with someone,
You’ll still search for my eyes with your eyes.
Love. Is poison.
You haven't come to my dreams for thousand years,
Neither the movies nor the books have the way out.
It's not fingers, it's not blood.
Plus smile,
Minus love.
Plus smile,
Minus love.
I dedicate my songs to you
Even though you're not interested in them.
I'll never return back to life for you,
I'm no longer myself.
And you'll never forget me,
And even if you fall in love with someone,
You’ll still search for my eyes with your eyes.
Love. Is poison.
The girl is crying, the spring is melting down,
She knows what this means,
The mobile phone's is getting hoarse: "Baby, hi!"
No! The way has been closed, there is no way out.
I dedicate my songs to you
Even though you're not interested in them.
I'll never return back to life for you,
I'm no longer myself.
And you'll never forget me,
And even if you fall in love with someone,
You’ll still search for my eyes with your eyes.
Love. Is poison.