| 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
|
| 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
|
| 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 |