life was like a lure
cold and black future
tied on a hook
with a sad look

got immersed into a lake
tried to forget the hate

suddenly hope rose
the hook left my head

a blue varnished hand
grabbed my soul
dragged it to the land
of variation

sinking in her eyes
dying for her wishes
thankful 'cause she lies
in a bed of wool

escaped from the lake
free from the hate

her fingers held a blue rose
I'll love her 'til I'm dead

your blue varnished hand
grabbed my soul
you dragged it to the land
of variation

stay with me
hold my hand
we drink black tea
in the variation land

we watch the lake
our love kills the hate

she is the mind in my head
I'll love her 'til I'm dead