Cold nights
Floratta in blue
This was the smell
Its shades of blue

You said to me
You are divine
Small town
Pink rose

Guns and cigarettes
Are the symbols of the city
Guns and lovers
Living in conflict

Baby
These are the colors
I am sweet as heaven
And hot as hell

Baby
These are the colors
I am sweet as heaven
And hot as hell

Guns and cigarettes
Are the symbols of the city
Guns and lovers
Living in conflict

For what hurry if the future is death?