One day he said he was leaving
She couldn't understand why
He said, above you there's a heaven
Above me only sky
He continued painting her his reasons
As were they a piece of art
She said, the problem's not
What's above my head
It's what isn't in your heart
It's with relations just like with heaven
They're maintained with faith, love, and hope
You're leaving me as if it's something
That can be removed with water and soap
Don't blame me for the stains of your own soul
Whatever you reap, you will sow
With or without me, your dirty mind
Will follow you wherever you go