Znali smo oboje, da ....
This is an impossible love Though both of your arms would offer a tender caress
It's such an exhaustible love. Fuelling my heart with only illusion at best
It is a game of chess, a game of darts, the movement in the dark vacuum of truth.
Your hands on my tights and your eyes and your voice as a summer storm in the darkness, shapes farewell without regrets.
It is a line that or cannot see a drawing in the air destroyed my hopes a game of boys that decidedly, not I say no.
This is the end of THE story.