Still your ship is stuck, Two waterfronts to choose. I'm tired to load my guns And to wave the flag of truth. Morning waits, wake up! It seems I'm okay, But mouth is filled with blood.
Maybe I drank a lot, Sinking in alcohol As a stone. My pistol aims too long, I'm afraid to be burned. It's my love. After all.
Enjoy the smke of scoth Until the ink will slip, Until your breath will stop And doubt falls asleep. Morning waits, wake up! It seems I'm okay, But mouth is filled with blood, I cannot live like this.
Maybe I drank a lot, Sinking in alcohol As a stone. My pistol aims too long, I'm afraid to be burned. It's my love. After all.