now it's, time to go
the voice comes from behind
don't cry, you don't need
wasn't in your mind
tears runs out of eyes
run down on my chops
she's there on the street
everywhere cops
why she died this way
tell me why
it was an accident
she's my pritty one
here bike over there
completely broken down
my daugther, she is dead
lieing on the street
one hand from behind
strokes my head
why she died this way
tell me why
