Would you give me interstellar pleasure? Could you make me feel above the stars? Would you give me the paper burned? There will be no more contract But a light still shining from my past Could the stars die just for one night? Would you make it on your own? Would you give me universal pleasure? A ten ton's truck ran over me There will be the same broken bones Would you give me back all the contracts? No more letters and no more words Burning stars and living loves Would you make it on you own?