Maybe I'm right, and maybe I'm wrong,
But I'm not a woman for idyll anymore.
I can't watch it, excuse me and give me back
the keys to my life.
You transform every gold to mud,
you make it coolly (with cold blood)
And once every nightmare will pass by,
You'll also pass by like a headache.
Neon lights reveal faces,
Everyone who shouldn't do that offers (treats) me drinks
Everything fits and I need
Such night to spoil me.
You poured benzine (gasoline) on my heart,
You laughed, threw a match.
And tonight city will be burning,
I need a young, pretty and strong one, not a maniac.
Maybe I'm right, and maybe I'm wrong,
But I'm not a woman for idyll anymore.
I can't watch it, excuse me and give me back
the keys to my life.