They all say
That our love was vast
We were strong
Like Russia, America
Well, isn't it ironic
That you left me on the first day of April
We're are you hiding now
Your cowardice is really getting to me
But know that I'll find you
Even if you are God behind my back
I am on your track now
As if I'm crazy, I'm chasing you through the city
Give me back my love, give me back the peace
You are wanted, dead or alive
I am on your track now
Like the patrol, I'm chasing you through the city
You're convicted guilty for not being beside me
Tonight, you are wanted, dead or alive
My lips have gotten
used to your lips
These days I've been having
The first signs of a panic attack
Well, isn't it ironic
That you left me on the first day of April
We're are you hiding now
Your cowardice is really getting to me
But know that I'll find you
Even if you are God behind my back