Morning. And-and-and the aromas of snow and rain In the morning. There's no pulse in your veins There's no pulse in your veins!And under a leather jacket! the heart is no longer beating.

Mmm, my heart isn't beating anymore! Morning scents of snow and rain! This coffee has vanilla notes. This coffee... Like old wounds! They remind me of one thing, that we 're going to die again... die again. Mmm, the morning is scented with snow and rain. And under the leather jacket, the heart is no longer beating, there is no pulse in your veins, There is no pulse, and the morning is scented with snow and rain.... We leave, but it's morning again.A-a-a-a this coffee with vanilla notes this coffee, like old wounds, reminds me of only one thing that we're going to die again, we're going to die mmm a-a-a-a morning is not in your veins a-a-a-a there's no pulse! Ah, there's no pulse