Kovacs, Тилль Линдеманн - Child of sin

Kovacs Till Lindemann Child Of Sin
Ковакс Тилль Линдеманн Чайлд оф син

When I was four years old
I thought that love
Was unpredictable
When I was twelve years old
I knew that love
Was unsexual
 
Where do I begin
Where do I begin
I'm not exceptional
Where do I begin
Where do I begin
I'm not a child of love
I am a child of sin sin sin
I am a child of sin sin sin
 
When you were nine years old
We terrorized these streets
From dusk till dawn
But when I turned sixteen
My dirty hands would bleed
From banging at your door