Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Touch

As I write this I must someone's holding my hand, probably someone dead.
be the only 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 to me as if someone just died.
Consolidation, but violently felt kissing through the glass window,
passion by space legal, like money. Is a space of freedom
Free! Free!

Consolidation when it's an excuse. As if had just died
Condolences, when silences rise in public places and any 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 unlawful act of infinity,
When I on a whim followed her suddenly into that room and kissed like intinction 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 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, of all: absolutely necessary
These things! To feel alive to die, to die! In innocent arms.