I wake up alone, my eyes aren't looking for enyone
and what is that reflection in my look
on the table by - men's watch like it's saying
looks like someone else is living with me
And two-three drops of bllod after shaving
sad smell which is spreading accros the rooms
since when ghosts are coming in daylight
so where is that man who
lives with me!
Ref.
So I call and call 92 (police)
let them lokk for him, let them find him
let him say where has the love gone
let the sirens go, let the alert go
and when they catch him, let them say "Stop"
make him confess that he is mine
my man without voice, without soul, without face
my worst vice, my silent killer!
Men like him necer say "good by"
they allways blame others for their own mistakes
with him, every new separation is tearless
so where is that man who
who lives with me, bat he doesn't!