Lyrics 43° - Soror Dolorosa

43°

Crackles in my veins
That’s not a shame
To fall asleep on a carpet of dead
And to have a mournful disease
43° in my veins
And the sun blows inside my head
At the light of this dying winter
My body wasn’t used to embrace
Until the crackling in my veins
The limit of degrees is reached
Before being considered as a clinic dead
43° in my head
43 enough to flow all
Enough to flow all
The meat and chocolate
Struggling in trembling words
To spread an idea of sensation
Blows through my veins
A young girl just sat next to me
Is reading a weird book
And she just said to me
Her innocent word, yes
You can take my…
Her innocence, third
Yes
A young girl just sat next to me
Is reading a weird book
And she just said to me
Her innocent word
Yes you can take
My pain to write those lines
When degrees are too strong
The brain infiltrates regions and landscapes
Behind the window and the rail
The continuity
That leads me away
Out of 43° degrees
That break my grave
Hardly and slowly
And the word of this innocent girl
That breaks my life
And
The face of this innocent girls
Rapes my life
Ordinary