I am a lonely painter,
I live in a box of paints,
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid.
I remember that time you told me.. you said:
„Love is touching souls”.
Surely you touched mine,
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time..
You’re in my blood like holy wine,
You taste so bitter and so sweet,
I could drink a case of you, darling,
And I would still be on my feet,
I would still be on my feet..