Bipolar [English translation]

You phone me at 3 a.m.

Cause you want to change

The tone of the living room

That you’re sick of grey

That you wanna die suddenly

All that happens lately

And when I arrive there you ask me out

Dressed as a princess

And a taxi's waiting for us

And the world goes faster

A hundred thousand pubs spinning around

And you and I on this big wheel

Portraits of a night among photo booths

And with no doubts,

I follow you to the metro

Judges, glass, airport

Just to see, while lying on the floor,

An airplane set off to the sky

And with no doubts you give me a kiss

Gas is burning, it smells like kerosene

It doesn’t mind, I breathe your breathe

Give me more iced reasons

Bipolar

We go out from the coach

An argument’s starting

You don’t understand I can’t follow you

You say you want to move

Live near the sea

I remember how you said I was a freak

And we were poles apart

I must be a kamikaze

And still hope you come back

In Pearl Harbour no one knows

If you call there’ll be a war

Chorus

Just remember one of these days

Our feet getting cold

Now I know they were good times

Hope I’ll see you again

I wish, I wish

Chorus

• Artist:Pol 3.14