You say that eight years mean nothing to you
Bitch, from now on I'm looking at you through hindsight
Get lost, you slut, I don't give a fuck about you
You think you can go on without bridges behind you,
wipe all we've passed like you're wiping blackboard with a sponge, look at me in the eyes
No, you can't, you can't cope with
all that shit that's inside you, the problem is obvious
You have someone else? Tell me, why are you afraid?
You love another one? Answer me
You don't want to tell me, you don't want to hurt me
But now it just doesn't matter, tell me and go
You say, its not that, but there is no more fire
Oh, so, there is no more fire? Well, fuck you!
You know, for someone it will take a little bit longer to get it
Maybe I'll forgive you, but I don't know about my mother
My mother is looking for you
She knows where you work and where you hang out
My mother is looking for you
She knows all the places where you go at night
My mother is looking for you
She knows where you live, but you won't live for a long time
My mother is looking for you
She didn't take her pills, and it's starting to get windy
I can't come round, I'm lying down and crying
I remember everything and then I cry even more
I'm looking at our photos: London, Paris, Vienna
Your lips are moving, I don't understand a word
Like, there is no more passion, I don't love you any more
Cliche on cliche
Tell me: you re fucking somebody and that's it, and bye and fuck it
You slut, you won't get out of this innocent
You're breaking everything and you want to get rid of burden
of guiltiness, you're acting like a child
If I forgive you, it will hurt less
But I'll look like a wimp and you won't be able to love me
Actually, I won't be able to love myself
Because I go mad when I see another guy fucking you
You say, there is no more fire?
Well, my mother isn't home
And I see that blow torch isn't home either
My mother is looking for you
She knows where you work and where you hang out
My mother is looking for you
She knows all the places where you go at night
My mother is looking for you
She knows where you live, but you won't live for a long time
My mother is looking for you
She didn't take her pills, and it's starting to get windy
You know that our father left us
when I was a little boy, so I don't remember that
My mother decided to
burn all his stuff and accident happened
They were saving me
And she kept it all in herself and we don't talk about it
The souvenir that I wear on my face reminds me of that
She thinks that you don't like me because of it
I know that's stupid, but you know she went on a therapy
She almost burned herself a couple of times
That obsession has reduced and stopped
with time, but obviously it hasn't gone
And now she is looking for you, please hide yourself
Hide at someone's place for a couple of days
You'll burn in hell, you witch!
But I like that more than my mother burning you
My mother is looking for you
She knows where you work and where you hang out
My mother is looking for you
She knows all the places where you go at night
My mother is looking for you
She knows where you live, but you won't live for a long time
My mother is looking for you
She didn't take her pills, and it's starting to get windy