The bitter taste of Turkish coffee, the smell of separation last breaths of love, the cold season of the sound of love The fast -paced and sad heart The Two Jeans did not speak, behind that eye Restless
With a look again, I cant get my heart wrong, I get my hands into the sea and I look like crazy No other way, you have to stay
Taste of cake and sweet tea, Tony Tell me to the end of the story, you are on my feet (you are)
With a look again, I cant miss my heart I am mistaken, I get my hands into the sea and I look like crazy
