The beauty with painful thorns Never let herself hugged Only off and on Never surrenders
In curve of a garden Lying on the floor Attracted by her fragrance Carried away by a lunatic dance Restrain my emotions I inhale her savour, she's mine Intoxicated of pleasure She will shortly die
A moment of sweetness Versus a moment of pain A moment of hope Versus a moment of suffering
A moment of tenderness Versus a moment of sadness Like a fish mouth on a hook I let myself drawn in depths
At any minute, time to say it She doesn't protect, she gives herself Her venom doesn't hurt my hands She belongs to me, i belong to her Passionated but dark embrace
Her red petals faded Her spine hurt me again Her first face reappear Winter takes back What belongs to it And drawn me in depthsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
