Night Of Liar

I know myself I' m old
for gift and strange thoughts
which you give me every night.
I am in dirty hag
later in prison
even I still don´t know you.
Maybe minute is enough
maybe only short glances
don´t take dating like an engagement.
Get on with it, we have a time
even little mature in us.
Get on with it, it's not the quiz
everyone makes enough mistakes.
You tell me cest' la vie.
My balm for my pain
for which I´m missing my hope.
I am interested
perhabs you also
I'll end with the kingdom of the proud.