He lives staring at a star, always on standby He drinks gin in the night To meet her He dreams of her skull And then comes a dog and takes it away And moves nightmares away Leaving some yellow flowers In a hole To remember her hair He dreams that he's dreaming of her And she's waiting for him in hell... I want to be melted in your fire As if I was made of wax Before packing And spending life among platforms He lets mice come in So that he has someone waiting for him He dreams of her hair And the wind comes and takes her away And from then on, her head Only want to fly And he drinks lager* To remember her hair He dreams that he's dreaming of the star Always on standby He takes the bottle again And can't sleep all night