You know I'm crazy now enough - I'm singing this song for you, my love But you don't really care for music, do you? Andi it goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift Your baffled Ten composing Happy Birthday
Somebody says that you are cracked, Your madness can desrtoy our heads But every moment's better when there're you (I swear)) You hit me with such a scary face But all those men fall in your embrace: There's nothing more - I'm singing Happy Birthday
There's something I should tell you, bitch - That things like "wish you..." - kind speech And I think that it's too boring shit, my dear... But I'm saying now: You're my lucky star, my shining moon, You're my chocolate bar!... And I'm tired of all this vanil-kind of garbage!