I love life so much that I fell in love with you,
and now I eagerly await to see the sunrise in your company.
If this miracle ends, if my voice is consumed,
if you slam the door that one final time, in which street will I die?
You look so beautiful tonight, wearing your hair up suits you so well.
Ask me for any wish, there's little I can offer you.
You cry, you scream in the rain like the angel Lucifer.
We're again an open wound, may the badlands swallow me.
Swallow me.
I love life so much, so much, that I fell in love with you,
and from loving you so much I might not love you well.
If I was your murderer I would show myself no mercy,
and I would sentence myself to death, which is to sentence me to your absence.
Let there be no more farewells, you're not Ilsa Lazlo and I'm not Rick Blaine1,
and I'm not such an idiot, I wouldn't let you go with him.
The next plane you take you'll take with me,
and I will remind you the way back.
I will remind it to you.
