It was night and terrible crowd around me
And through cigarette smoke
I had a feeling someone was watching me
That I'm someone's target
He was sitting there, self confident
And sure about his place
That kind of look under eyebrows I don't see often
Out of curiosity, I stopped for a second
Common sense instantly left my head
As if I'd never had it before
Like a bad marriage
And I don't know anymore what happened
Nor who played
Without a search warrant he was already touching me
Since then, I'm crazy about him
About the wolf's look
Since then, I don't see anyone, not even myself
But I will get over you, with a glass of sorrow in my hands
And with a crowd I don't even know
I will get over you
You know how on my own two feet
But never the look under the eyebrows
I never saw him again
Let alone often
But like an aura, in the pub
There lights the spot
From which he targeted me
With the look, easily, secure
Targeted, and even easier wounded