You taught me how to love the rain, The fury blasts of wind, The Northern sky, so dark and grey, And your sarcastic grin. You taught me how to say goodbye And always ask for more. You've never blamed me for the lie And never kept the score. We were the loosers of the life In our motherland. And why? Because of our love, For which we have to stand. I'll go to hell if that is the sin, However in this world No man could be the same for me As you have been, my girl.