My address is the same
My destiny is the same
My days are the same
The nights are the same
My blonde hair, you are my longing
I'm on Karadantel street
Evening roses burning mournfully at my door
My cigarette is the same
My fever is the same
The clouds are the same
My tears are the same
My blonde hair, you are my longing
I'm on Karadantel street
Evening roses burning mournfully at my door
From my bloodshot eyes
Your pain comes and goes
Who will be sad, who will wait for you
Sure i'm the only one
In sweat
I sharpened
From my bloodshot eyes
Your pain comes and goes
Who's getting cold, who's burning me
Of course you
You're my darling
In sweat
I sharpened
This is the last knock on my door
What is this you are not someone else
Footsteps of the past behind me
Think about what we've given up
We build on broken hearts
This traitor may not suit me, but
You're guilty of your blonde hair
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