Hi, I don't know if you know
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You were here for a while, mine
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I'm writing a letter again
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When I have a liter of wine in me
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And the hoe is lying here, just watching
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We used to be quite beautiful
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And you used to be clean
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Time stabbed me like a brutus
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And the whores who came with him penetrated me like a dagger
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Twenty years and big numbers around
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That's how I feel like dirt
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You have no idea how many girls slept with me
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And I don't know when was the last time I slept sober
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Winter is coming
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Winter is coming
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I know what they look like, but I'm scared
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Seeing the eyes that carry the cold
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From the heart I froze so many times, so many times
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I know how your skin smells, I'm scared
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Touch your face I know
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And from the soul that warmed, only dust remained, only dust
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Hooo, hooo, hooo, hooo
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I don't even know if you're alive
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I don't know if you exist
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Because my soul wanted
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I wake up at the hotel
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I feel like the lifestyle is killing me, torturing me
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Like Jules Verne, I created a fairy tale
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In which I dream
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I wake up in the morning and stir again in the evening
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That's how I still have it
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Whores are pouring and I can already see them
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And I don't know what's next, and I don't know what's next, and I don't know what's next
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I dont know what to do next
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Hmmm…
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Hooo, hooo, hooo, hooo |