I can't wait any more,
Now anything will do,
It will be your doom
That your body is swirling.
The time is right here,
Just surrender quietly!
For hundred thousand years
It always ends this way.
Whatever the scene
You don't have to pretend,
Love me or despise me,
I will take you into possession!
Now the moon begins to melt,
Your face on the pillow
Is just a strange, strange spot.
Little shabby cliché
Beautiful law,
That love is a swirl.
I can't wait any more,
Now anything will do,
It will be your doom
That your body is swirling.
You see, I got the gun,
But do not tremble,
Because it stems only pleasure,
Well, then pull the trigger,
Don't you feel the springtime!?
Now the moon begins to melt,
Your face on the pillow
Is just a strange, strange spot.
Little shabby cliché,
Beautiful law,
That love is a swirl.