You're guilty of blond hair
My address is the same , My destiny is the same
My days I'm the same, I am the same night,
Blonde hair, my longing you
Black lace on the street, I
At my door the evening roses, burning
I'm the same smoke, fire'm the same
Clouds same, I also tear
Blonde hair, my longing you
Black lace on the street, I
At my door the evening roses, burning
Blood red, my eyes
Your pains. Comes and Goes by.
Who cares? Who waits for you?
I, of course, I'm sweetheart...
Sweat inside the sharpening...
Match work of my door?
This match ? you're not, someone else.
The footsteps of the past after me
What are we giving up? if you think
We build something on top of broken hearts.
It does not suit me, but perhaps treachery
You're guilty of blond hair...