There's something about you,
Something of divine origin
Giving you the right to say filth of others!

There must be something of divine origin
About you, about you one would hear,
Know you can make of the noble filth,
Only filth covering them, still they're gold,
Gold to remain what they were, always.

There's still something about you.
Some made ruby rings out of you,
others went for diamonds
and diamond creators make spring come back again
Into your heart falling for stones
Rocks to dazzle and blind eyes and hearts of the jealous!

Don't mess with my rocks shining! They tend to blind you.
Watch instead the dozen roses murdered on your bed,
Think of the only precious nature that gave you your life back
In those times of sound crush, crashing against your enemy-friend
Educated perfectly well: He called for the ambulance.
ambulance saved your life. He brought you red roses.
You thanked with a faint smile. He lied that they were pale against your ruby lips.
You asked then for a diamond ring.

He brought you a ruby one claiming that you already had two diamonds instead of eyes.
A pretext offering a later escape from the duty to bring you new flowers.
You know, your skin ... the touch of a fresh flower petal... only yours was going to become immortal
'Cause you're a saint... and that's why... that's why he left....
He couldn't take it anymore
He needed some other kind of a best friend...
Someone with the ruby red lips real instead of his good lie told back then
When he thought he'd love you the same for more than an eternity.