We're water and desert and maybe more than that,
we're more than more yet we're nothing,
we're a textbook example.
We're a virgin and a harlot,
fear and laughter,
a storm that flows through silence, we're serious,
the guardian angels of the powerful.
So forgive me for these words…
And our urinal-like souls,
and our once more dead-drunk bodies,
and our borderline-poor feelings,
and our childish thoughts…
I won't be your bitch, I won't be a bitch,
though I'm not original,
I can't blend in with the crowd,
I'm tired of the frame of my mind, I'm tired.
We're a series with just a few episodes,
nonsense in the sense of goodness,
we're a sad story,
a beautiful view of Prague.
We're disobedient and that has a value,
to be more specific, we're full of truth
but mute, I'm an ox and you're my will.
We're a bridge over dishonest words,
in all honesty, we're a fire over the river
that keeps on blazing,
we're sex in public.
So forgive me for these words…
And our urinal-like souls,
and our once more dead-drunk bodies,
and our borderline-poor feelings,
and our childish thoughts…
I won't be your bitch, I won't be a bitch,
though I'm not original,
I can't blend in with the crowd,
I'm tired of the frame of my mind, I'm tired.
So forgive me for these words…
And out urinal-like souls,
and our once more dead-drunk bodies,
and our borderline-poor feelings,
and our childish thoughts…
I won't be your bitch, I won't be a bitch,
though I'm not original,
I can't blend in with the crowd,
I'm tired of the frame of my mind, I'm tired.