R. (translation)

The wind will desperately blow off the hats
And will fix the bangs, annoyed
He knows better.
I am - here
And I will always be next to you
Your deadly poison
Your last glance

The sky will bestow upon me the landing strips
But will take away the magic voice
He knows better
I am - here
And I will always be next to you
Your deadly poison
Your last glance