to artur

You – piece of shit – are saying that you die
Well, I believe that that’s a lie
You have headaches that just burn
But that’s not a reason to lay in dirt

We have prof.doctors in town
So don’t be such a clown
Make a visit, take your money
And they’ll tell you – life is a jar of honey

You’re a drummer in your group
Don’t make them loose such a dude
Make progress in your works
It’s not that hard as writing books

I don’t care about your life
No, I wont be there your wife
Never dreamed about that shit
Cuz we even didn’t fit

Yes I’ll cry a day or four
Maybe never… or more…
I will keep you ring with me
Or I’ll throw it far away…

(V.1)
I’ll forget that time, our love
I’ll forget our friendship and our war
I’ll forget what we searched for
Wont remember you…
No more…

(V.2)
I wont forget that time, our love
I wont forget our friendship and our war
I wont forget what we searched for
I’ll remember you…
I’m sure…