Sweet to talk to you
see you smiling once again
in fall in some of bar.
 
But I left to there
a victim of
a fool for this music.
I’ll be next to you
as soon
we’ll see in the end.
 
As how it is.
As how it is.
Sooner or later
I’ll come for you.
 
Don’t know where to go,
or where I’ll to take to you;
something you’ll should know
I’m a fool for my music.
 
I’ll be next to you
You will see I’m not talking;
On a winter’s day come with me
You’ll see me again.
 
So wait for me in my special bar;
Say you’ll be waiting
I will come for you.
 
Barking from my radio
[...]
[...] this noise
[...] just for.
That’s how it is,
that’s how it is,
I’ll come for you.
Come for you.