The weekdays hurt
because long after you
I'm going on the street
I same do too
You manage to get into my reason from everything
You occupy my thoughts certainly
Nothing burns on world even you are missing
Simply turn it upside down
I'm looking you for everything
and your kisses
which run on me throughtout
Oh, baby!
You are simply on a telephone
I may see you, we speak
my heart beats go on
I'd hand everything over
that let me be
With you as soon as
I feel it your ambrace me
Nothing burns...
from 2008 "Sillage" album