Текст песни:
Ahh, my throat is boiling,
With a sludge, my words turn into mush
Now love, to loving, being loved, even love,
That's how it all looks in my brain
Ahh, when I think about that day,
A burnt-black pain makes me see clear
Now love, to loving, being loved, even love,
Incessantly runs from year to year
We've become slaves under a curse,
Never able to forget that it must be love, romance
In the clutches of foolishness, there's no return
Yes, I'm with you in a garden of carnage,
In a fray of puncher and punchee
Baby, baby-by, I love you,
Like I can't even remember "farewell"
Every night of blank stupefication
Blow it up with all of you
This is how it is to see simply, clearly,
Singing with an impoverished brain
A disgraceful illusion, that's what it all is
I want to be filled with your lumped-up love
Baby, baby-by, I love you
In a cosmos now bruise-filled,
With the violence we call love,
I want to quarrel with you
Ahh, we slovenly crawl on the ground,
Betting on words with four-five-six dice
Now love, to loving, being loved, even love,
Push and pull and get scattered all over
It all began when I looked at you,
These lies, and truths, and dry whitebait eyes...
No memories remain of anything before
Yes, I'm with you in a garden of carnage,
In a mayhem of trickster and tricked
Baby, baby-by, I want you
On the way over to over yonder,
We meet an absurdity of X'd-out wrongs
Blow it up with all of you
Dark clouds gather, rub and scrub,
Singing with a tangled-up brain
Simple naivete, kicking and crying,
A crash-boom-bang mix of love and hate
Baby, baby-by, I want you
Now, in a shack of a bedroom,
With the gravity we call romance,
I want to sing the praises of vacation with you
Now one, two of us are beasts of love,
Full of wounds, smeared with blood,
Hurt again upon exhaustion...
See how we indulge in the spinning moment,
Wearing away, wearing away,
Tired, exhausted, weary, yet I love you...
Baby, baby-by, I love you,
Like I can't even remember "farewell"
Every night of blank stupefication
Blow it up with all of you
This is how it is to see simply, clearly,
Singing with an impoverished brain
A disgraceful illusion, that's what it all is
I want to be filled with your lumped-up love
Baby, baby-by, I love you
In a cosmos now bruise-filled,
With the violence we call love,
I want to quarrel with you
Baby-by, I love you
