A lure
There is something hidden in every sensation
She seems to suspect
She seems to discover in my weakness
The vestiges of a bonfire
Oh my heart becomes a giveaway
Betraying me through carelessness
I was a victim of everything once
She can perceive it
Nothing can stop me anymore
In my fragility
It's the course of things
Oh my heart becomes a telltale
My handcuffs open up
A soft whip a premonition
They evoke sores on the hands
A sweet throb the intimate key
br/>They are falling from my lips
A lure
There is something hidden in every sensation
She seems to suspect
She seems to discover in me
That that love
It's like an ocean of fire
Oh my heart becomes a telltale
The fever will return again
A soft whip a premonition
Evoke sores on the hands
A sweet palpito the intimate key
They fall from my lips
Like a mantra
From my lips, from my lips