Izginjajo barve izginja nebo 
iz teme pristaja nekdo 
v srebrnih oblekah ob spremstvu luči 
prinašajo vest da te več ni 

Na listu papirja je njeno slovo 
štempl venus in notri adijo 
kam je šel moj ponos moj [bad word] moj pogum 
kaj je razlog da izgineš stran od tu 

Vem jaz sem bil platina a hotela si kič 
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič 
jaz sem bil kralj celotnega sveta 
a ti na veneri si doma pa ne znam priti tja 
(pa ne znam)

Ostaja njen vonj in v okvirju obris 
raztrgane pesmi in zvok 
v prazni puščavi še čakam na njih 
strah ostaja vem da jih več ne bo 

V pesek zdaj rišem besede za njo 
in upam v odsev na venero 
vse bi dal da bi izvedel zakaj in kako 
vse bi dal da pokažem kaj lahko 

Vem jaz sem bil platina a hotela si kič 
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič 
jaz sem bil kralj celotnega sveta 
a ti na veneri si doma pa ne znam priti tja 

In spet je večer 
spet je nad mano planet 
izgubljam vso svojo moč 
postajam slep 
prisluhi prividi vse se podira 
vse se krivi a ne smem
pa vem da lahko 
in vem da lahko 

Jaz sem bil platina a hotela si kič 
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič 
jaz sem bil kralj vsega 
a ti na veneri jaz kralj vsega 
a ti si na veneri 

Saj bil sem že platina a hotela si kič 
jaz sem bil angel a zate hudič 
jaz sem bil kralj celotnega sveta 
a ti na veneri si doma pa ne znam priti tja
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The colors are fading, the sky is fading,
someone lands from the dark,
dressed all in silver, surrounded by lights,
they bring me the news, that you've gone away.
On a piece of paper is her farewell,
stamp reading "Venus" and "goodbye" inside,
where has my pride gone to,
my efforts my courage,
what is the reason for you to have gone away from here.

 [bad word] 
I know, I was platinum, but you wanted kitsch,
I was an angel, but a devil for you,
I was the king of all the world,
but on Venus is your home and I cannot get there
(and I cannot)

All that remains is her smell, her outline in a frame,
torn-up poems and sounds,
in an empty waste I'm still waiting for them,
the fear remains and I know that they're [bad word] back.
Now I draw words for her in the sand,
And I'm hoping for a reflection to Venus
I'd give all just to know why and how,
I'd give all just to show that I can.

 [bad word] again,
the Planet's above me again,
all my power is fading,
I'm going blind,
sounds, visions, all is collapsing,
all is [bad word] distorted, but I can't,
still I know that I can,
and I know that I can.