Burdened by the sweetness of your arms,
I forced the doors of your lips
To collect the fruit of your dreams.
In a minute you left me,
Our bed becoming cold from the sensation of us.
Without news, in a kiss,
You made this useless donation.
Of your body, I need …
Disappointed by a sigh, a deathblow,
Please me with this solitude which sticks on my skin,
I am not sure to want your dreams
When, far away from me, you stayAnd run after the heat, brief star,
Leave a bitter taste of solitude,
All that's necessary to die slowly, without a trace.
Hang on your dreams to mineMake this moment the one and only
Where your desire and mine are the same
And let sink in your lips
The elixir of my redemption.
I die of this solitude echoing in my heart
Clearing its path in my depths
A spell tale to the other side
Calling for a paradisiac future
Where your heart and mine would become more than one.