I'm crazy about your new secretary She eats buckwheat porridge in the morning Youth lives in dark alleyways Eternal ice does not bloom peyote Love me, love me, need me, need me In a usual, familiar rhythm Except for time Nothing needs to be Hidden And there is no need to hide either it is necessary that I am crazy about your new secretary She eats buckwheat porridge in the morning Barely visible light through the rumpled curtains Northern sunrise, flight over the city Love me, love me, need me, need me In an ordinary familiar rhythm Except for time Nothing is needed And It is also not necessary to hide that