From the souls of humanity For those who find us all From our part But not on the beach Drops of water Light of a black candle Illuminate your beautiful flooded face Of a perfume that crosses Don't forget that I love him And I love him backwards From the soul of humanity From our part But not on the beach Drops of water Light of a black candle Illuminate your beautiful flooded face Of a perfume that crosses Don't forget that I love him And I love him backwards No more waves and planes Little white boat And I love the foam That splashes On the edge of the sink Remains in his senses Of trace From our part But not that I love him And I love him backwards I love you all I love you all From the souls of humanity Oh Calcutta, Calcutta But I eat my cinnamon I eat my cinnamon I met a guy, his name was Canel Weird for a guy When I will lose my voice The wind will blow my voice There will be no one who will hear The right I'm a virgin I'm a virgin I'm a virgin I'm a virgin I'm a virgin I'm a virgin I'm a virgin I'm a virgin I'm a virgin