Without Borders

Sitting cross-legged like an Indian You sat by the road at night And in your eyes there's a smirk And a can-can of night lights I'm a wandering guy passing by With a guitar in my hands I have this kind of hat And under it, a volcano of brains Stop getting soaked in the rain Give me your hand and let's go On the table, a bottle of wine Two glasses, a corkscrew, a fork A can of oysters, mayonnaise A couple of jellied eggs A cozy night attic A bit of jazz, a bit of hard rock Only love, love without measure Without end and without borders A cozy night attic A bit of jazz, a bit of hard rock Only love, love without measure Without end and without borders Stop getting soaked in the rain Give me your hand and let's go You are bold, slightly brazen I like variety You trusted me with your body I'm practically hooked You are bold, slightly brazen I like variety I love you for a long time How I want, where I want Stop getting soaked in the rain Give me your hand and let's go Get up, I'm telling you, get up quickly Come on, get up, what, is it not clear, huh? Take my hand, hey, get up! What don't you understand? Get up! A cozy night attic A bit of jazz, a bit of hard rock Only love, love without measure Without end and without borders...... Dedicated to my love with little Natasha...