Motorhead - King Of Kings

Then, one day, we clung together, clung tightly, and at least six months passed before I saw him again. I found him in Greenwich Village, in the furnished room where he lived, and wanted to make peace. But there were a lot of people in the room, and Sonny did not even get out of bed and did not want to go out with me to the stairs, and he kept on with all this audience as if they were his relatives, and I was a stranger. I was blown up, and then it also blew up, and I told him that it would be better for him to die than to live the way he lives. Then he got up and said that I would never again worry about him, that for me he had died. Then he pushed me to the door, and others looked at it as if nothing special was happening, and he slammed the door behind me. And he stood in the corridor and looked at the door and then he heard someone laughing in the room, and tears appeared in my eyes. I began to descend, whistling "You still remember me, baby, in the cold and rain."