Текст песни ингрет костенко - what kind of man

I was on a heavy tip,
Tryna cross a canyon with a broken limb,
You were on the other side
Like always, wondering what to do with life.
I already had a sip
So I'd reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it,
You were on the other side
Like always, you could never make your mind.

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted twenty years,
What kind of man loves like this?

To let me dangle at a cruel angle,
Oh, my feet don't touch the floor,
Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out,
But never close the door.

What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?
What kind of man loves like this?
What kind of man?