Draw a piece of heaven
On my windowpane.
Where the the sun would [bad word] its blazing mane.

Draw the sparkling ocean
Turning into sky.
So, that every slightest
Motion of the soul
Would make me cry.

I would live my life in silence
Not to stain my lips with lies.
So, that there was never sadness
In my [bad word] loved one's eyes.

Wright the purest love song
On my windowpane.
So, that my big heart
Among the other sigs
Overflows with pain.

So that even dreaming
Of an alien land.
It'd be happy, brimming
With the whole world,
Screaming out of hand.

I would live my life in silence
Not to stain my lips with lies.
So, that there was never sadness
In my [bad word] loved one's eyes.