She is black, she is beautiful,
She is venom of lies
She is insidious, she is a sin
She is a beast, the devil. This devil smiles.
One in the middle of the crowd,
She stands in front of the line.
Maybe she loves him, maybe she loves…
But a pistol in her hand. Her pistol shines.
Last moments of flight,
Last seconds of light
And all stars will turn to lead.
Count to three
And you will be free.
Feel the inside of piping-cold seeds.
He in a white dress, like a little lamb,
With a gold halo over head.
He is very smart, He understands
that the best jewelry made of lead.
One in the middle of the crowd,
He stands in front of the line.
Maybe he loves her, maybe she loves…
But a pistol in his hand. His pistol shines.
Only pistols love them both.
Pistols. Cold, hard, and so smooth.
Barrel target each other's eyes
Fire causes melting snow. Good-bye.
