Hey, here we are, the new age slaves

The ghosts, the empty days

You met me way before we met

In form of mucus

All around the city walls

Isn't

It nice to see my face at last?

How's the feeling of my adult hands?

For the renaissance we've waited

You met me before we met , in the form of mucus on the walls around the city

Waiting for the dove

For the renaissance we've waited

I'm the Fuehrer of the love

And maybe you'll do Teshuva

Probably you'll do Teshuva

Hey girl, I know I kept my actions

In your dreams before

You woke up screaming bathed with sweat

But I promise it will end OK for you

My bushes girl

Our love is going to resume someday.