I'm often angry at myself,
what drives me on that road,
always to other women.
When she is the most beautiful of all,
when she is the best of all,
the one I belong to.
She gives me both hands,
after every punch,
she accepts and forgives me everything.
Who am I to blame,
when I'm flying again,
I stop, because I don't deserve her.
That
sin that hurts me,
is stronger than me.
I know well that I'm a curse,
that I can't be with her,
that I'm just giving myself.
And I'm chasing my passion,
which is just a curse.
I know well that
I'm a curse,
that I can't be with her,
that I'm just giving myself.
She will kill me,
which I don't know,
if I stay alone.
Why am I playing with fire,
and I'm putting everything on the stake,
in those short ties.
When she is the most beautiful of all,
when she is the best of all,
the one I belong to.
She gives me both hands,
after every punch,
she accepts and forgives me everything.
Who am I to blame,
when I'm flying again,
I stop, because I don't deserve her.
That
sin that hurts me,
is stronger than me.
I know well that I'm a curse,
that I can't be with her,
that I'm just giving myself.
And I'm chasing my passion,
which is just a curse.
I know well that I'm a curse,
that I can't be with her,
that I'm just giving myself.
She will kill me,
which I don't know, if I stay alone.
I know
well that
I'm a curse,
that I can't be with her,
that I'm just giving myself.
She will kill me,
which I don't know,
if I stay alone.
She will kill me,
which I don't know,
if I stay alone.