Blasphemy
Your bleeding name
You don't wake up
At the sound of my kisses anymore
Your scent disappears
My heart wasn't prepared
Your lips barely touch me
I want your breathless mouth
My finger on your burning tongue
And I routinely travel your body
And my hands know the way by heart
The hills and the valleys
Of your waist and breasts
The enemy is the unknown
The sad return to reality
Hmmm monotony when you move in
You don't forgive parted lovers
I'm so afraid to die alone
To fall asleep without ever waking back up
Without the familiar embrace
Of your un-mysterious skin
Your lips barely touch me
I want your breathless mouth
My finger on your burning tongue
And I routinely travel your body
And my hands know the way by heart
The hills and the valleys
Of your waist and breasts
The light goes out on our story
My heart is pounding, I can't sleep
I'm afraid of my shadow, I'm afraid of emptiness
You sentenced me to death
I don't want to live anymore
I'm counting the seconds backwards
To my grave
Without you my life is agony
And madness because I lost you
And sorrow every morning
When you're not there
Oh Sasha
All the infinitely flowing
Tears from my body
Overflow the antidotal stream
With melancholy
Oh Sasha
And if your regrets make you change your mind
Come back
I'll be there
Oh Sasha
Hell is other people1, but especially you
1. This is a reference to Jean-Paul Sartre's play Huis Clos