Coup:

Cold morning and empty road.
Frozen hands gained on phone code.
I was so lonely and felt bit cool,
But suddenly I saw a soul.
It was a dirty and small van,
Near it sitting homeless man.

Ch:

In love with the homeless...homeless.
On her was wearing a torn dress.
She is beautiful no matter what,
In her thin hands she held the bread.
Simply, I loved her soul.
Never mind that she is homeless girl.

Coup:

Warm day and busy streets.
Around [bad word] cute, so pretty kids.
I was so perfectly and finally loved,
But over time, I still understood.
They were a wonderful and marvelous days.
I didn't know that it happend, Chase.

Ch:

In love with the homeless...homeless.
On her was wearing a torn dress.
She is beautiful no matter what,
In her thin hands she held the bread.
Simply, I loved her soul.
Never mind that she is homeless girl.

Coup:

Vile evening and something alleys.
You don't have with me as always.
I was so lonely and felt a bit cool.
Now I don't sow, but I felt a bit cool.
I'am so sorry that you are now dead.
Maybe, one piece of bread that you held was infected.

Ch:

In love with the homeless...homeless.
On her was wearing a torn dress.
She is beautiful no matter what,
In her thin hands she held the bread.
Simply, I loved her soul.
Never mind that she My homeless girl.