Woe to the one who kisses you,
she might me the same as me,
your heart is rough player
Woe to the one who kisses you,
who doesn't know and who doesn't feel
that she's loosing from the beginning
Chorus:
And I toast for her, to her,
who thinks that you are the one, that you'll be here
on the bed of silk,
naive little chick
My love, all of that will
be far one day
And sorrow and wall which is separating us,
since someone exists for you
You have gene to destroy nice things,
and I will hold my heart with both my hands,
not to give up blind
Woe to the one who kisses you,
she might me the same as me,
your heart is rough player
Chorus x1
Woe to the one who kisses you,
who doesn't know and who doesn't feel
that she's loosing from the beginning
Chorus x1
You have gene to destroy nice things,
and I will hold my heart with both my hands,
not to give up blind
Woe to the one who kisses you,
who doesn't know and who doesn't feel
that she's loosing from the beginning
Chorus x2
My love, all of that will
be far one day