Where the eye can't see the secrets disappear
Bitter is the taste of love that poisons our blood
in the mother's hems of steel, blood flows from the womb to the neck
Life ¤my stream turns into a river a fall of death
In arms closes in arms closes
Six bullets hey hey six callers hey hey
Six shots hey hey and no winner
In a good mood for a week or two
Just order a taxi to get there
You've emptied the cap to the last drop
Now the fragments of your soul are being drowned
In a good mood for a week or two
In good steam for a week or two
Kids in their little shoes
Trying to enter the world of adults is one step too many
When the road is tarred black ¤ tarred black
Six bullets bye bye six callers bye bye
Six shots bye bye and no winner
Good steam for a week or two
Order a taxi even though I'm here
You emptied the magazine to the last drop
Now the fragments of your soul are drowned
Six bullets bye bye six callers bye bye
Six shots bye bye and no winner< br/>Good steam for a week or two
Order a taxi to get there
You've emptied the cap to the last drop
Now the fragments of your soul are being drowned
In a black coffin the last trip
I take a moment to remember the route
I'll send you a message if I get there
And I'll walk beside you even if you don't notice

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