All around, it’s all about price tags, barter, and calculations;

Every second person is looking for profit and an account.

They judge by appearances, they love the facade,

But I don’t need this fake scenario.

I don’t want to be a doll in a showcase,

Where feelings drown in cold melancholy,

And I’m looking for someone with whom it’s not scary to rush off into the distance.

I don’t need gifts, I just need a glance

In which there’s a flickering light, not calculating poison.