Are the streets blonde?
Are the nights cold?
The sweat that's dropping from my heart
Is that you, boy?
Before with die because of our sadness
One last time
Let's make love
How many acids do you have in your wrist
Show it, show it quickly
Hit me
With the most deadly machine of your body
In this dark morning show of the kids who are making love
Let the walls be veil
In the wedding dress of sins