I understand how you are dear to me
but without the stories and conversations
let's be friends, but without the connection of cause and effect
I respect the Titanic
but without hysterics, without panic
Let's run away from your ship at my ball
I am a queen, and you're a captain

Chorus.
My first shot would kill on the spot
My second-awaken you
when we're together
We can all be different.
my first shot, will kill on the spot
My second-awaken you
little tin
and broken skies

I do not think you're a bitch (but still a bitch)
but yielding to the simple sounds (all the same you bitch)
conclude mouth, tie the hands of you violently
you to the end and did not understand
that we have changed the role of
over the ball and all the candles were extinguished long
but we are still in terrible movies

Chorus.
My first shot would kill on the spot
My second-awaken you
when we're together
We can all be different.
my first shot, will kill on the spot
My second-awaken you
little tin
and broken skies

I-violent toy
but only in your hands
I-good girl
but in other circumstances
Life is so short piece
that would in itself than to refuse
I-no angel, but you do not bitch
but if you please give an explosive mixture.


... I'm sorry, but at the end of the song, according to the laws of the genre, you must die ... although in my heart you'll live forever ...