The night, it pours in
And it's empty again
It's reeking of sin
With a perfume of violets, with a perfume of violets
The angel-less air
Filled with smoke of despair
Afraid that nobody cares

And I cannot find a comfort
And I cannot find a comfort

And the night, it pours in
And it's empty again
And it's reeking of sin
And with a perfume of violets, with a perfume of violets
The angel-less air
Filled with smoke of despair
Afraid that nobody cares

And I cannot find a comfort
And I cannot find a comfort
In the angel-less air
In the angel-less air
In the angel-less air
In the angel-less air