Trzymasz ma reke,

                          Gladzisz me wlosy,

Bierzesz na spacer

                                               W poranku rosy.

Choc jestem zla,

                                                              Dobrego nic we mnie,

Przytulasz mnie codzien,

                                                                          Calujesz tajemnie...

I tylko ten strach,

                                                                                    Że stracic Cie moge,

Przepelnia ma dusze,

                                                                                              Przywraca trwoge...

Że zranie doglebnie,

                                                                                                             Przez wlasna glupote.

Przez wlasne klamstwa,

                                                                                                                    Ktore wciaz plote.

I z tego strachu,

                                                                                                                                         Co noc tylko szlocham.

Bo chyba naprawde...

                                                                                                                                                     Naprawde Cie kocham..