Telephone, telephone
I wrote a song for a girl
but it was just a poem

Her name was ringing
inside my head, but she loves
calling me her best friend
The only reason why
I chose to come to this event

Shisha sticks in rotation,
Russian roulette with smoke
Puffing long,
eyes red and bleeding tears;
trying not to cough and choke

Crowds of lungs made of hell;
black smoke, ashy rains and
little black stains on your soul...