Black lips from the wine
Karaoke and confetti, sourness
Forgotten voice whispers behind the back
Happy new year
I forbid the hand to shake
I forbid the face to smile to you
It's already been a year
I forbid, I forbid, I forbid
You aren't my blood nor my name
You were not my first
But your spirit still haunts me
I see you and shoot
I pretend to be cold
While in the tunnel of time
I hide my own traces
My games were to blame
And still remember
How your tender hands hurt
And now I'm lying
That I'm over everything
But when I don't remember you
For me it's a great day
You ask me "how are you", I say ok
"How are your relatives", I say ok
Every answer is the same ok
The guests are drunk and the DJ is bad
And again
If they threw me to the bottom
I wouldn't know where to go
Together with myself of with the love that's over