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You - in a coat. And smoke of a cigarette.
Rain. And Berlins asphalt covered with water.
Faces look like the portraits of shadows.
Gothic Temple as on the picture.
I am still waiting you at the bathroom.
How long can wait I, when youll be near?
But you dont want come to me, my desired.
I want so much you to make me feel fear.
I am giving for you my bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist.
And I want to find the answers
To the question What is happyness?
Im in hot water and my veins
Dont feel pain - only blood is streaming.
And the walls with white tiles are pressing.
And I wish, we could say goodbye.
Kick by boot to the lips and lashes
And a kiss like a burning pepper.
Cocaine, heroin and vodka.
Youre the most my favourite German
I am giving for you my bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist.
And I want to find the answers
To the question What is happyness?
I am giving for you my bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist.
And Im holding in hands the answers
To the question What is happyness?