Run, Lola, run
Run, Lola, run
Run, Lola, run

I live balked like this
Full of people done like this you
My eyes hurt at night
My teeth fall every week
And I am thinking about all pollution of the world

Can say that am half crazy
And actually, I am really
Then, I will break your wings
But there you die
There you are burst in the ground
And me without knowing that to do
I leave without looking you in the eyes
I kiss your face before
And I change my station radio

Run, Lola, run
Run, Lola, run
Run, Lola, run