It sucks...

Irma, My Waussie,

Just another dream, Will Not fulfilling itself. When love has cool down, Or worse. If even the hope no longer exists, Only single solitude. When a leaf of the tree falls, Because the autumn wind that determines, Or when fate takes us something, Always Keep the faith in time. Believe me, Every single day, Will the sun rise. That day brings to us the light again. Yes, Every time will the sun rise again, There will be no darkness forever.

And If she needs love, He will give her love. She wants to talk, So he will listen, Talk. Would she like to wake up next to him, She use his bed. Would She like to cry, He will give her his shoulder, And would she like to make love, He let her use him. I'll give her desire, Passion and tenderness. And if she need a real passionate friend. Then look next to you, It might be, That I'll be there.

The most beautiful things in life, You can't explain it. You feel it only in your heart. She knows that his heart is marked by love for her. Every day when he went to sleep, With thinking and dreaming about her, When I wake up it sucks, Because its just still the same. Only the nearness of her scent, Is like gasoline on the bonfire, Which constantly stimulate his love.

Irma My Waussie, For her...