You are what I've wanted at the closest, at the furthest away.
When I was bound by compass marks, You engaged me in the tallest grass with the tines of a savage wreath. (Oh, my savagery, my savagery!)
And in the convalescence, after my heart was flayed, divorced in a thick of thorns and then began to heal, You peeled open my wounds... And I cannot accept Your offer.
Lover, I ache to, but I cannot accept Your offer.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.