Would you give me interstellar pleasure?
Could you make me feel above the stars?
Would you give me the paper burned?
There will be no more contract
But a light still shining from my past
Could the stars die just for one night?
Would you make it on your own?
Would you give me universal pleasure?
A ten ton’s truck ran over me
There will be the same broken bones
Would you give me back all the contracts?
No more letters and no more words
Burning stars and living loves
Would you make it on you own?
