Blue lips pale ciroc up in the sky pouring down on...
but nothing seen i turned up my head to curse the...

I am feeling hot
aint you feeling who she is...

Her cheek rosy
painted golden with fame...

Bright thou the ceiling
the wall thou lost...

The pole is high
but i can still see one colour at the tip...

See the bright skies!
She previously pickled for innermost peace...

Old taste being executed
the guillotine out of being dated...

Crazy kane , the one who wanted his head to be...
who was nervous but always calm...

Seeing the world i imagine
imagine a world that have some hinges...

You are so everywhere
you lead while being harness...

At this point in time the Xmas fever start
bringing out all hidden feelings...

You are the angel without wings
your deep blue eyes made my cellular got beat...