Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Touch

As I write this I must pretend holding my hand, probably someone dead.
Would be the only one to me now, ice cold.
I was waiting, forbidden. No one I was waiting, not even 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 separated by legal, like money. Is a space of freedom
Free! Free!

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

one drive for another drive. There comes a certain point in our lives when we more or less
desperately want to be bad. And we gladly exchange the things just to for a short moment feel alive
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 died. Consolidation 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 most of all, of all: absolutely necessary
These things! To alive to die, to die! In whoever's innocent arms.