Burning, you burned him, the tall boy
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Who with, and through you, became a man
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And now he's free, at ease
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You break mirrors so you don't have reflections in front of anyone
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And you don't even want to have it if you want to
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An evil would have been created and you would have reversed it
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On one bank is you, on the other his world
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Which exists only in your mind forgotten in his mind
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And I still have memories
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They are trying to ignite in me everything that has already burned them
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And he won't be able to burn ...
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Your needles tattoo me under my skin
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It changes my blood in my veins
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And I'd like to grow old together
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Your needles tattoo me under my skin
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It changes my blood in my veins
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And I'd like to grow old together
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It's hard to split the blame
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You keep it in you, I put it on the sheets
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We are both weird
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Tough with each other, with strangers ... soft
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Bare, in broad daylight, no secrets
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We know each other too well, you know
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Don't be afraid, hold on to me
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I promise I won't let you down, for better or for worse
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And I still have memories
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They are trying to ignite in me everything that has already burned them
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And he won't be able to burn ...
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Your needles tattoo me under my skin
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It changes my blood in my veins
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And I'd like to grow old together
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Your needles tattoo me under my skin
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It changes my blood in my veins
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And I'd like to grow old together
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And I wish you, in fact ... no
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I don't want you to be in my place
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Feel what I feel now when I look at you
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And to be ashamed to know that I love you so much
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No interest ... but with fantasies
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You don't know them, you asked me many mornings
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The two of us and one bed, hidden from the world
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Seriously, even though you're stabbing me
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I want you ...
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Your needles tattoo me under my skin
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It changes my blood in my veins
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And I'd like to grow old together
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Your needles tattoo me under my skin
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It changes my blood in my veins
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And I'd like to grow old together |