She is black, she is beautiful
She is venom of lies
She is insidious, she is a sin
She is a beast, the devil. This devil smiles
One in the middle of the crowd
She stands in front of the line
Maybe she loves him, maybe she loves...
But a pistol in her hand. Her pistol shines
Last moments of flight
Last seconds of light
And all stars will turn to lead
Count to three
And you will be free
Feel the inside of piping-cold seeds
He in a white dress, like a little lamb
With a gold halo over head
He is very smart, He understands
That the best j**elry made of lead
One in the middle of the crowd
He stands in front of the line
Maybe he loves her, maybe she loves...
But a pistol in his hand. His pistol shines
Only pistols love them both
Pistols. Cold, hard, and so smooth
Barrel target each other's eyes
Fire causes melting snow. Good-bye