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 travelling and you to me as if someone just died.
Consolidation, but violently felt like kissing through the window,
separated 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 rise in public places and any gathering becomes a cathedral.
For a short moment in time I let you wipe out my facial features, but flesh is the creature
And it's suddenly by the most unlawful act of infinity, infidelity
When I on a whim followed her suddenly into room and kissed like blood intinction to avoid thinking of death
Death! Death!

Exchanging one drive for another drive. There comes a certain point in our lives when we or less
desperately want to be bad. And we gladly the good things just to for a short moment feel alive
I can tell you I've never felt so alive as when you embraced 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 have no language to express that it was
ravishing, ravishing, destructive, and of all, most of all: absolutely necessary
These things! To feel to die, to die! In whoever's innocent arms.