Luyện nghe bài hát Secret Touch

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

Consolidation when it's an excuse. As if someone had died
Condolences, when silences rise in 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 silenced by the most unlawful act of infinity, infidelity
When I on a whim followed her suddenly into that room and kissed like blood intinction to avoid of death
Death! Death!

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