There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss

Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain

There is one thing I am sure of
My grandmother was the woman who influenced my childhood
In such a matter that I used to dream about dying next to her when I'll get old
But time has passed and I left the house in which
I used to wake up listening to her voice
One day she told me
Careful little person there is a strange world out there
She never said dangerous and never advised me to be afraid
Just to be careful because the monsters you'll meet are pretty and friendly
They'll drag you after them to some killing fields