How small are you,
my little one,
how can we understand each other?
how can we,
how do we do it?
Laughing and small years yours,
I laugh less
in the midst of mine.
In my garden that
often flourished,
loves and not,
that I squandered.
I have seen hearts die like this,
that dying like this cannot be explained.
And it was no use,
saying no.
And my hands flew away ,
like caresses
and like madness.
All the stories were waiting for me,
because that's how
you live.
like this. .
He hurt me
a few kisses on the lips
ouch, Ne'!
he hit me
a lover's slap
ouch No!
Remembering,
I feel more tempted
to fall into the sin of the past
and sooner or later I will fall.
I soften,
a few glances
and a warm body,
ouch No!
It amazed me,
that I too was there in the world,
ouch No!
Remembering myself
I feel more and more attracted,
I go back to coast the sea of u200bu200bthe past
and sooner or later
I will fall.
From those deep sands
it will come
what memories have decided for us
and sooner or later it will resurface.
like this...
You give me,
new kisses and a warm body,
ouch No!
You give me
a lover's slap
ouch No!
This is how
I will be hurt...
/>I will be hurt
I will be hurt...