That first night of May
When I wrote this letter
I was sad and I had reasons
To lock myself in my house
Freedom is a treacherous friend
And I left myself abandoned
I want to hear it from your mouth
Here I find myself
Moored to my fate
In this port of uncertainties
With a splinter from the ship's mast
Piercing my soul
And if it hurts me, let me complain
To listen to your consolation
I want to hear it from your split mouth
Where kisses escape
I want to hear it from your mouth
You already know
That it's not that difficult to lie down
But once on the ground
Lower I cannot fall
The years go by
And I get stronger
And I swear to you
That one day I will wake up
I want to hear it from your mouth
At night
The wolves work quickly
And I have played both sides
br/>Night and day too
When my life ends
Like an old piece of junk
I will remember your comfort
And your kisses
I want to hear it from your mouth