"She is mine!"
He kept telling us
"You must be kidding, you must be kidding, friend!
Hey kid, be gone,
youíre so drunk, -
Just watch, youíll get hurt, friend, youíll get hurt in the end!"
And he shouted: "I donít care now!
Get into the cab and letís go for a ride I say!
Let the meter click, it doesnít matter anyhow
At the end of the road one have to pay".
These guys I do
not pity, ever.
"Go away, donít let me sin" again I repeat.
But he towards me,
and all about her...
"Donít say a word, my friend, not a word!"
The blood mixed with wine hit me in the head -
And, while continue smiling the same way,
"It doesnít matter" I softly said
At the end of the road one have to pay!"
To tears and requests
I donít give a damn -
I feel like to fight, oh, how I feel!
And it doesnít matter
if you want or not, my friend, -
Pay the bill, friend, pay the bill!..
Like in a silent movie, life flashes by like the train, -
I want to laugh, I feel okay, -
And the meter, click and click, itís all the same
At the end of the road one have to pay...