Whatever is gonna happen it's just
What you'll manage to ruin it all
Cause love it´s not a game of fun:
To you it is revenge of ailing past.
Whenever you are afraid about life
Whoever is loving you will be guilty
Of not solving what it´s your own duty
And you'll threaten his love with a knife.
But maybe one day, I do not expect,
You will realize what you had killed,
But baby, that day, I hope you billed:
love's takin' what's given with respect.