Breathe the pulse out of me
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Didn't really want to, still cheated
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Touching bodies, used again and again
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After all, the smoke is more pleasant than your words
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Remember this is not love
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Remember this is not love
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One stuck somewhere, but you are my soul
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I often shout to myself that, bitch, I don't need you,
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But let it change day to night
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I feel sorry for your father, spoiled daughter
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Spoiled Daughter
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You break the dishes again, you hit the fucker, you bastard,
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And I twist fragments of boring songs in my head
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What a pity that these tracks are all mine, the tracks are all mine
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About my love for you.
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Breathe the pulse out of me
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Didn't really want to, still cheated
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Touching bodies, used again and again
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After all, the smoke is more pleasant than your words
|
Remember this is not love
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Remember this is not love
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Night, you lit the fires in me
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Myriads of stars, but your eyes are burning
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How much will you ask, but how much will you hide
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All the lanterns will tell, instead of witnesses
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I breathed out the night and breathed in the day again
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I tell you about one thing, you tell me about the bed,
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But you hold my hand so gently, stop
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I look into your eyes, and there are lines about love in them
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But, and you're not like everyone else
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You give a kiss, but not to me,
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And I spoke about you in songs to the whole country
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It's a pity you don't know that I was always behind my back,
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And you so gently kissed another in front of my eyes
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Breathe the pulse out of me
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Didn't really want to, still cheated
|
Touching bodies, used again and again
|
After all, the smoke is more pleasant than your words
|
Remember this is not love
|
Remember this is not love
|
Breathe the pulse out of me
|
Didn't really want to, still cheated
|
Touching bodies, used again and again
|
After all, the smoke is more pleasant than your words
|
Remember this is not love
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Remember this is not love |