social LiFe | Q.Portet [Stolen Songs]

Social life; screw it;
the lilac flowers have already lost their colours.
Billiard balls, dressed in mour in mourning;
the bankers say they've lost the money.
I've got you, inside my head;
the horoscope says I'm all mixed up.
It's time to change from head to toe
and the asses say they want to be donkeys.

Sad autumn evenings,
at sunset a ray drills the dirty air.
The chemist's and the market;
in the toilet there's a frozen minister.

Social life; screw it;
the lilac flowers have already lost their colours.
If I have you and you have me,
let's not act the fool and let's stop suffering.
Everyone has everyone, no-one has no-one;
if I had to cry, I'd cry for you.