On my bad days
I like to eat alone
Drinking and wandering around the streets
But often I only get to
Her gaze
She is a wonderful woman
Ena knows well
That such days end with trouble
That's why she calls me over
To help me
I, Ena, am not your son
Remember that
You can do that with him
Is it for me?; late
I know that Ena would like
If I were always hers
I guess because I disappear so often
She always has me in
Her thoughts
And when she I want to say
That there is a better end
From our escapes and ambushes
The woman just looks at me
And says no no no
And don't go without a coat
Look at everything is white
It's winter
I Ena am not your son
Remember that
You can do that with him
Is it for me already? late
A long time has passed
and a long flight
although I don't even have a name
I often meet Ena
In my dreams
When my bad days
Here I bite alone
And I meet travelers on the stern
I ask if they know her
And is she proud
They say she is still beautiful
And that she has an attitude
Al' often even when she's happy
She notices a blue shadow
In black eyes
I, Ena, am not your son
Remember that
You can do that with him
Is it for me?; late
There is no way to me
Look everything is white
It is winter

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