I'm wasting my time. I'm wasting my last day. But what else can I do? You see, I'm in love with you. Your angel is saddling blind horses By your porch. And thanks to him you are ready for anything But you don't remember his face. But he's so young and handsome That it looks like a dream And your chains are like a bell But the ringing is their sweetness. I'm wasting my time. I'm wasting my last day. But what else can I do? You see, I'm in love with you. And the boys in leather are getting high And the girls are looking after them. And strange birds circle above us For which there is no name. And I hope that this fire Burns your home to the ground And in farewell I'll press my face Up to a piece of your glass I'm wasting my time. I'm wasting my last day. But what else can I do? You see, I'm in love with you.