Cos’ you can’t realize your suffered sick soul;

But you’re turning into the complete freak –

I hope, that it is because of me!..

You’re mine inspiration, my Master, my God,

But you know, oh my dear, we must be apart:

I am a “good girl”, – you are a “bad boy” –

I don’t want to be your disposable toy!..

So I will not give you your second? chance,

Because you should know: if I hear song – I dance;

So we ought to do everything on the time,

And, of course, you should know, that Love never Die!..

Despite my soul pain, I must say: “Goodbye!” -