I can't ignore this game, my dear
All your insinuations break me
I have a faint, a slight idea

Of what is like your favorite nation.
Hit me with one more kiss
You won't find a better miss

Or just keep wondering in your palace
You could as well take me for a flash dance.


Every single night I'll sleep in silent sights
Not to disturb your dreaming.
No more insinuations or fake idyllic nations

Will set me far from where you are.
Each single, warming night.
Oh, each single, warming night.

Oh, each single, warming night.