Little angel, lost in memories, missed.
I'm so far away...I've missed you so much! Ridiculous roads going nowhere.
Today, I've suddenly sampled the bitter taste that the years leave behind.
Nobles intentions and crazy dreams, everything is disappearing.

Never;
a bit more of your poison will never be too much for me.
Never;
I hope I will never be short of your narcotic kisses.

We're already hardened, that has no merit and that's how it is.
Sweet promises, vile and false, stupid, little, old summer songs.

Listen to me well:... Never;
a bit more of your poison won't do me any harm.
Never;
I hope I will never be short of your narcotic kisses.
Never;
a bit more of your poison will never be too much for me.
Never;
I hope your narcotic kisses will never run out.

You see double, you live double ... what are you complaining about?
It's a piece of cake and vinegar on your lips.

Little angel, stay here, don't ever leave my side again.
I need to tell you, it'll do me good ... and I'll write you a stupid little song for winter.

And the chorus will say: never;
a bit more of your poison will never be too much.
Believe me baby...
never;
I hope I will never be short of your narcotic kisses.
Never;
a bit more of your poison won't do me any harm.
believe me baby...
never;
I hope you narcotic kisses will never run out.