Inhale the smell Of your hair
Cloudy somke transcends
Dizzy air
Like salty taste of your skin
And of soap
A drop of sweat is running
Down your back, so pure

Rain falls down on my knees
In the street
Hair on your neck is standing so still
May I try to raise a smile on your face
Son of Venus, my muse - good bye

The deep embrace has not been lasting for long
Silience burned your skin
Your strange eyes got so cold
(...) fill my wooden floor
But it's not your (...?)
No it's not your (...?)
It's theirs

Rain falls down on my knees
In the street
Hair on your neck is standing so still
May I try to raise a smile on your face
Son of Venus, my muse - good bye