In the empty cities where you wander
Images spend you
Weak to worship
These who rob you
Like demon to carry
The winters of world
In her eyes to hunt
Old, small rules
My loneliness everything, my loneliness nothing
Don’t leave me now that everything is more difficult
My love everything and my love nothing
Don’t leave me now that everything is more difficult
At nights you get dressed small*
You’ll fool someone
And it’s bad that you came yesterday
You run to catch up
Streets seem with fire
The nights of death
Love which now smells
Arena in his touch**