She was a [bad word] 
In my dream she broke through a storm
She was the best girl in the world
But in the morning I found, that it’s not so

Because she was a [bad word] 
I have been fascinated by her voice
She said so many beautiful words
But now it's not important anymore

Because she was a [bad word] 
When she kissed me, I died of passion
I was plunged into sweet depression
But then she told me that it was not love

Because she was a [bad word] 
And I remember, how we sometimes walked at night
If it was dark, she was the light
But everything I want to know, why it was so cold?