Song About Love

Do you remember when we first met and robbed each other's hearts? The rose-colored glasses looked so good on us Everything felt as soft as on the cloud nine We had an aura like a spring-morning-fog We promised ourselves this four-letter-word A bullet of dopamine shot into our brains After some months we feel some kind of routine Is it over or just the beginning? This thing called love - a wonderful mystery This thing called love - it makes our history This thing called love - a wonderful mystery This thing called love - it makes our history Why calling it routine? better call it intimacy Let's take ourselves by the hand Let's navigate through this fog of life Let's brush away the clouds at the dark sky Don't piss on this four-letter-plantlet Let it grow into a tree and climb Change rose-colored glasses into welding goggles! Let's enjoy this routine and let's fall! This thing called love - a wonderful mystery This thing called love - it makes our history This thing called love - a wonderful mystery This thing called love - it makes our history This thing called this thing called this thing Called this thing called this thing called Love This thing called this thing called this thing Called this thing called this thing called Love