A Crime at My Door
I came from the street of killing someone,
And that's how I killed for good.
The reasons:
There are no reasons!
It's just that I have no more love to give,
And to no one!
I want not to love so I don't fall,
I won't give,
And I won't have,
The same way of being.
Okay, it'll last a day,
Do everything I do now.
I want to be flying and only with you,
But only as long as I want.
About this way of loving,
It's a way of being.
I came from the street of killing someone,
Now I wait for the sun.
Now I just wait.
Those who can't have those who can't,
To give a shine to the ego,
And have the smell of what one day would be like,
It would be,
Our day,
What I would do.
Now I feel the pain,
Now I feel the pain.
Who I killed for making love.
What pain.
I just do what I want.
I don't think about anyone,
For thinking.
My name is to leave,
And return,
And all for whom?
About this way of loving,
It's a way of being.
About this way of loving,
It's a way of being.
I take myself to winter,
By the hand of my guilt,
I have the strength to be stronger,
And I steal your excuse.
This is the concern,
With any abnormal situation.
It's sad that the end is the same,
For us.
Being in our hands,
Simple avoidance,
Pain.
And any day brings me,
To me.
What is my fault,
The sentence?
I take nothing away from the lesson,
But the crime is only worth it.
What if I kill,
Right at dawn?
About this way of loving,
It's a way of being.
About this way of loving,
It's a way of being.
I'm not normal.
I don't want to be the same.
That's becoming a man,
Which I'm not.
(I am) gold in your eyes.
I will be the father of your pleasure until the day,
When love is for us:
The last slice.
And if the swallow is difficult,
And the vein clogs,
The only thing left is the two of us:
The hemorrhage.
About this way of loving,
It's a way of being.
About this way of loving,
It's a way of being.