The whole story is ingrained in my memory
and if anyone comes to interfere
I think I’ll crack
I’ll tell you a story that, by chance, I thought up
out of a red and black book,
She likes red and black
I'd like to see her again, and I can't believe you
She lent me her gitarre, it was burgundy and black
I'd like to see her again.
The whole story is ingrained in my memory
and if anyone comes to interfere
I think I’ll crack