My downtown nights
Those between shipwrecked
Of two links made of sign
It is raining as I am bleeding
My downtown nights
It is a censored movie, at the hour when I am waking up
You get under the sheets, naked
While I am going out when the city is sleeping
And I kiss some girls speaking loud
While we are clinking glasses under light
While we are dancing, until orgasm1
From this dying time, when we sleep
From what I know will never come back
Some lights are appearing
My downtown nights
Are white and subdued, nobody is claiming me
Nobody is blaming me
My downtown nights
It is a nearby life, at the hour when I am blazing
You get under the sheets, naked
While I am going out when the city is sleeping
And I hug some girls speaking loud
While we are clinking glasses under light
While we are dancing, until orgasm
From this dying time, when we sleep
From what I know will never come back
You get under the sheets, naked
While I am going out when the city is sleeping
And I kiss some girls speaking loud
While we are clinking glasses under light
While we are dancing, until orgasm
From this dying time, when we sleep
From what I know will never come back
While we are clinking glasses under light
While we are dancing, until orgasm
From this flying time, at ease, peaceful
From what I know will never come back
1. lit. the little death