Look, I'm here again…
I'm at your side, looking at you with a chest that smells like soot…
Look, I'm in front of you,
I've kissed thoses lips for the last time, I realize it…
Ahh...! under this skin
My soul is leaving with open wounds
Ahh…! again with the last bullet,
My shot-wing soul is falling…
I've reached out for a branch,
My desire embarrassed me, but I thought you were mine...
There's not enough wine,
There's no morning, my curse is my body, I just can't get away with it...
Ahh...! under this skin
My soul is leaving with open wounds
Ahh…! again with the last bullet,
My shot-wing soul is falling…