They called this the whore and the saint,
They called and when night fell,
At a time when lives are fleeing,
Somewhere middle of the street wet from rain,
The warm winds, which are caressed,
Shiny pavement desire.

Yes, they called you whore and saint,
And I, I, when I called you a simple name,
Name whores and saint,
As the wind whispered secrets stupid time.

They called the whore and the saint,
In one spring, fly, one fall, winter,
What occurred with the cold north wind,
Who spoke, whispering, about us.

They called this the whore and the saint,
While the rain became snow
And the snow, rain, spring,
They called you and I have called,
The whore and the saint common names,
The names that I liked,
In the time that was coming.

I went,
The time that is lived, the time was dying,
This end of us, turned off the lights in the city,
In the morning, which was powerless stood at the crossroads,
First look, person, one who is remembered,
Because it was decorated with a smile,
Those most beautiful and so simple.

And you, you are invited and whore and saint,
Those which I call common name,
Whores and saint, you're loved,
One long touch of the lips,
Made in your hair,
In which he slept smell the May sun,
Mixed in the rain drops on my palms.

Yes, they called you whore and saint,
The nights when you're fleeing,
Viewfinder fate that lebdela,
For your lips concluded,
In the forest the night in which I dreamed touch
What is the month of hiding the stars,
Nameless whisper sleep, that is not coming,
What you is not made.

Yes, they called you and whore and saint,
While these whispers were hampered by some words of love,
Words that are not written the morning,
Words that is forgotten,
The steps that lead you,
My head light and darkness.

They called the whore and the saint,
I waited for the love that you gave,
Love that you kept for one night,
Promised one, on my chest,
In a midnight while I loved the lips,
Only awakened strand morning mist.

They called you, call the whore and the saint,
What he loved a forgotten dream,
Dream girl, dream of new born women,
What are called,
Girls and women,
They no longer come,
Girls and women that remained in my heart,
In my head of sleep, now and forever,
On the chest where she was sleeping, peaceful sleep of angels,
In a time of love, that came and went,
End of us, carried the sound wet street of dreams,
I just nee occur.