The guests have become despondent
They looks like pigs*.
And I've come here for nothing
Because of you, because of you.
Let get out of here now
She takes me home
Oh, my God!
She takes me home in a taxi
Let go to your house
I can't remember my address
And I feel some ash in my head
I'm sorry
This is it, this is that
Shut up!
It seems to be night but not dark one
Everything in this city shines
In paid lights like in a movie**
But we are together or maybe not
Anything means nothing
She takes me home
Oh, my God!
She takes me home in a taxi
Let go to your house
I can't remember my address
And I feel some ash in my head
I'm sorry
This is it, this is that
Shut up!