A crown of thorns
You'll lay it on my head
And when the end comes
We'll wait sitting
Next to the window
And we'll laugh if we'll still have laughter left
Still
You told me a novel
When you know that a word is enough
And you changed parfume
But you know that a trace always remains
Bombs fell in our house's living room
I'd cry
We are the teeth, we're a piece of bread
We were history and this is the end
No applauses while the curtain falls
Only rain falls
But it doesn't seem important
Maybe you'll fill a leaking bucket with memories
Maybe I learned something
Maybe and I'm sincere
Maybe
A golden cross is a cross anyway
And I wear a laurel crown to celebrate you singing of your deeds
And I gave what's left to a flying swan
I'll pray, I'll pray
We are the teeth, we're a piece of bread
We were history and this is the end
No applauses while the curtain falls
Only rain falls
But it doesn't seem important
Maybe you'll fill a leaking bucket with memories
Maybe I learned something
Maybe and I'm sincere
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe