Oh no, chéri. Imagination doesnt help.
det mjuka regnet är så torrt att jag tror att himlen ska falla ner på oss nu
Ah, chéri.
Let the silcene belive in us.
We can disappear, and not a soul
will noticed
that we are gone.
Ah, chéri.
Why suffer?
This is only fashion.
Come now,
my heart is still beating.
