Nobody is at the filling station
My heart is filling up with tears
All gets me funny invitations
The night is cold, the way is clear.

Pryspiw:
I don’t want somebody else
I don’t want play anymore
Give me just one more chance
Otherwise let me go. (wes' kupłet – 2)

I switch off noisy music station
The silence comes into my car
You were my dream and my creation
Thought in my dream I went too far.

Pryspiw

You were my dream and my creation
Thought in my dream I went too far.

Pryspiw (2)