Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Touch

As I write this I must pretend someone's holding my hand, someone dead.
Would be the only one to me now, ice cold.
I was waiting, forbidden. No one knew I was waiting, not you
I was not speaking, you were travelling and you came to me as if just died.
Consolidation, but violently felt like through the glass window,
passion separated by legal, like money. Is a space of freedom
Free! Free!

Consolidation when an excuse. As if someone had just died
Condolences, when silences rise in places and any gathering becomes a cathedral.
For a short moment in time I let you wipe out my features, but flesh is the loneliest creature
And it's suddenly silenced by the most act of infinity, infidelity
When I on a whim followed her into that room and kissed like blood intinction to avoid thinking of death
Death! Death!

Exchanging one for another drive. There comes a certain point in our lives when we more or less
desperately want to be bad. And we exchange the good things just to for a short moment feel alive
I can tell you that I've never felt so alive as when you me, you were travelling
and you to me as if someone had just died. Consolidation of violence
As if already it did not, and later we regret it. Because we no language to express that it was both
ravishing, ravishing, destructive, and most of all, most of absolutely necessary
things! To feel alive to die, to die! In whoever's innocent arms.