Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Touch

As I write this I must pretend someone's my hand, probably someone dead.
Would be the one to hold 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 kissing the glass window,
passion separated by space legal, money. Is a space of freedom
Free! Free!

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

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