You’re in a coat. And the cigarette smoke.
Rain. And the wet asphalt of Berlin.
Faces look like the portraits of shadows.
Gothic church is like a picture.

I’m waiting for you in a bath.
But you don’t want to come to me.
How much should I wait for you, my desired?
I want to be afraid of you again.

I give you the bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist
I want to find the answers
To the question, what happiness means.

I’m in hot water. And veins
Don’t hurt, only blood is streaming.
The white tile of the walls is pressing.
It's a pity that there is no time to say goodbye…

Boots on the lips. And the whip.
A kiss is like a hot pepper.
Cocaine, heroin and vodka.
You are my beloved German…

I give you the bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist
I want to find the answers
To the question, what happiness means.

I give you the bouquets
Made of red tears from my wrist
I want to find the answers
To the question, what happiness means.



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