Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of air
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Rolling by
On the beach
With the three of us
Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of ice
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Passing by
On the beach
With the three of us
Running with the wind
The hands on the clock
Are frozen
Though the sun keeps shining

Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter Saturday
We were glowing on this sunny Saturday

Can you see what's happened to me?
Some strange phenomena in the night
as bubbling volcano eruption
as far as possible

as a violent need to be touched
as hardly as possible

hey come on
Come to me
hey come on
close to me

hey come on
Come to me
close to me

Can you fell this
tension, rising here?

Now that you are on me here

Can you feel this heat?
on my bow tie

This night

hey come on
Come to me
hey come on
close to me