life was like a lure    cold and black future    tied on a hook    with a sad look       got immersed into a lake    tried to forget the hate       suddenly hope rose    the hook left my head       a blue varnished hand    grabbed my soul    dragged it to the land    of variation       sinking in her eyes    dying for her wishes    thankful 'cause she lies    in a bed of wool       escaped from the lake    free from the hate       her fingers held a blue rose    I'll love her 'til I'm dead       your blue varnished hand    grabbed my soul    you dragged it to the land    of variation       stay with me    hold my hand    we drink black tea    in the variation land       we watch the lake    our love kills the hate       she is the mind in my head    I'll love her 'til I'm dead