To fry your heart on the pan
to rob it with the boling oil
to fried off all the bitterness
which hruts so mercilessly.

Sorrow is a shy bitch
which suckes so fiercefuly
dosen´t want anything
but the burning pain.

To fry your heart on the pan
to rob it with boiling oil
to pour out it´s funny contrnts
to melt the bleeding wounds

To pay the debts to pain
to dominate all over her
beat out the last sorrow
with the thought out hammer.