Ich troje - Jeanny end of the story

Listen Jeanny
Why am I writing this note
So... What I'm gonna say won't be about the earth nor heaven
Nor the ones pricked by needles
What I'm gonna say, sunshine
Won't be about man nor woman
Nor me nor you
What I'm gonna say will be about
A one ripped out heart
Oh and obviously... It'll be about stones
And if about stones so the second heart too
That's why I'm writing this note
You know?!

Our love never dies
With the voices of hell
I call you again
Lunatic damnation
Unending ovation
I all you again
To the sweetnest journey
Through my darknest dreams
My power walking around
Just meet me again
Together in the night

Jeanny
Where should I send you this note?
From no good intentions art is born Jeanny!
No!! It's born from the overpowering strength
Here nobody wants to listen to me
Since years I talk only to you
Slowly I'm replacing the thought
To be or not to be with a question
Why to be?
Carpe diem- bloody hell
Or maybe not
Speaking of... Did you find your purse?
I'm walking through this shitty life to you
Just like blind through darkness
The urge to sometimes use that white cane
And crush someone's head with it!!
I'm leaving because the never ending dreams
Are multiplying the strangeness of the closed doors
Bye bye!!!!!!!!!!