Wish I'd be that boy from vicinity,
Whom entrusted you sweet virginity.
One, who was your first, one, you wanted whom,
One, you let to sneak to your maiden room.
But there is nothing I, in my whim, could do
To be me instead, who climbed your window.

He was the one, who made your passion turning.
He was the one, whose love you were returning.
He was the one, whom then you were caressing.
He was the one, for whom you rushed to get *******.
He was the one, to whom you gave yourself without warning.
He was the one you kissed way out in the morning.


If I would have it now  - the magic Time Machine,
I would fly back there, where then you've been.
I would throw myself between you and him,
I would beg your love, I would yell and scream.
I would cry my tears, I would be enraged,
But there is nothing then could I really change ...


He still'd be one, who made your passion turning.
He still'd be one, whose love you were returning.
He still'd be one, whom then you were caressing.
He still'd be one, for whom you rushed to get *******.
He still'd be one, to whom you gave yourself without warning.
He still'd be one you kissed way out in the morning!