Veljanov Fragile Little Thing
Love is a fragile little thing
in your arms I feel like a splendid king
your hand in mine it's perfectly
well behaved to squeeze it secretly
Bring me to the house of our love
lay me down on the floor of the wooden porch
make love to me on those broken tiles
make me see for miles and miles
And all the things you bring to light
even to the blackest hole that might
be my heart, you made it shine
made it shine just like our sun
Love is a fragile little thing
in your arms I feel like a splendid king
there may be an outside world as well
as far as I'm concerned
it can all go to... hell