I have met Marie Louise in the city in the night
and she asked me to a bar with her laughter and her smile
she was sitting drinking beer next to Zluty Jena Maika
and a band is playing guitar rock in words I could not muster,
I’m sipping pints in silence and my legs are lost in tremble…

And she is trowing glances back and forth
it stirs my soul and I hold my heart back not to fall,
Marie Louise is standing in the middle of this world
she does not talk nor does she need a gun to hold,
she’s dancing waves into my thoughts, she’s pouring love…

I’ve met her wondering the streets in Bratislava,
Marie Louise is coming short and looking for a lighter
I gather up my wits and make the distance to her side
and lean to learn the reason for the sparkle in her eyes,
in a single darkest hour out of many that I lived
I’ve met Marie Louise, I’ve met her with a kiss..