Verse 1

You kick the door at half past nine,

With silver rings and crooked smile.

The room wakes up, the glasses chime,

You make a Tuesday run a mile.

I try to keep my cool in place,

You steal the words right off my tongue.

Then turn around with that brave face,

And pull me where the night is young.

Chorus

Целуй меня, целуй до крови,

До боли, наперекор холодной воле.

Кипятком сердечных струй,

Пой и пой, моя подружка,

На земле живут лишь раз.

Verse 2

Your jacket lands across my chair,

A trace of rain still on the sleeve.