It happens so,whithout knowing the truth
You’ve modelled the body and staked
The love, which simply didn’t want
To stay with you and it flew
To places where nobody never suffers,
To someone who’ll never experience it.
Love made of plastic, of unknown race,
Love pain-coloured, love sorrow- coloured
Blood running along veins-coloured love.
It was moaning so, screaming so,
That I was simply feeling this by my body.