Catch my head
Catch my meagre feelings
And turn them into lovely ones
Catch my head
Catch my hand turns on the stone
Catch my life before the stone turns to ghost

Before the time
Turns to dust
We are young again
We are talking lau and laulun


Before the time
Turns to lists and pushing feelings
Find the ghost of guns
Find the west of winds
Free us and free this life gypsy
Praise the life of the earnest girl
Can I say I love you in three words
Or do I have to say it many uncounted times

I need your guise
I need your life
I need your lies and the fake prize
Which you find getting better with the treasures

I need your guile
I need your life
I need your kajones
I hand my fingers
And unhand my looks
I talk of your passion, and make it mine

If you like live wires
You'll love this gold mine of a heart
It accepts people of kinds, and some open their hearts
Some accept hearts, and hear them
Some learn about their sounds and are trapped in them
I'm one of those daylight sinners
I'm dimly lit guy in the back jacket of mack the knife
In the red footsteps of blue oceans
In the yellow stone, I love you
In the red stone, I love you
In the blue stone, I play and I love
In the purple heart, I find my guns finding their place
In the light in the darkness, and the gentleman speaks of honor
In the dark of nights, where we are lively and plight of giving
That's the tragedy of life, and antelid