Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Touch

As I write this I must pretend someone's my hand, probably 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 and you came to me as if someone just died.
Consolidation, but violently felt like kissing through the window,
passion separated by legal, like money. Is a space of freedom
Free! Free!

when it's an excuse. As if someone had just died
Condolences, when silences rise in public places and any gathering 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 unlawful act of infinity, infidelity
When I on a whim followed her suddenly that room and kissed like blood intinction to avoid thinking of death
Death! Death!

Exchanging one drive for drive. There 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 you that I've never felt so alive as when you embraced me, you were travelling
and you came to me as if someone had just died. of violence
As if already it did not, and later we it. Because we have no language 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.