A strange spell rules me,
a love of black magic, or divine light.
What an obsession, what a temptation, is like an orgasm,
it doesn't matter whether my reason wants it or no.
When I hear your voice, when I touch your skin,
when I feel your body, when I melt in it,
what a perfect union, what a feeling,
what an arousal, what a passion.
My love, what have you done to me?
My love, I can barely live now.
You have pierced my life,
like a dagger, that even if it wounds, it doesn't hurt.
My love, my love,
devilish and lunatic.
What powers do you have over me
that I'm even suicidal for you?
You have my hands and feet well tied,
my heart is trapped.
You make me crazy when your mantle
unfolds on me its enchantments.
While I wait for you, I can't find peace,
much less when you leave.
I'm your accomplice feeling,
no matter what you do, in favor or a betrayal.
My love, what have you done to me?
My love, I can barely live now.
You have pierced my life,
like a dagger, that even if it wounds, it doesn't hurt.
My love, my love,
devilish and lunatic.
What powers do you have over me
that I'm even suicidal for you?
My love, what have you done to me?