Shadows in the protection of the night
shoot out their roots here.
Makeup and tons of feathers,
all of it is so exotic.
No one expects requests,
only hope or longing,
but tomorrow it will all have passed.
Sweat and sweet aroma,
here mix together in one.
Shirt made of leather,
can change your life
No one expects requests,
only hope or longing,
time falls into the forgetfull coma
No one expects requests,
only hope or longing,
but tomorrow it will all have passed.
Here is everything the mind could want
yes, and premium gods' roads'.
The night is young
and it moves in motion with you
Everything can happen
and surely it will
it brews if you stretch it.
Then we glide on outstretched wings,
then we glide on outstretched wings.
Sódóma
Sódóma
The flesh is charged with energy
starts with your vision
Drips from darkened walls
more vases and wine
No one expects requests,
only hope or longing,
time falls into the forgetfull coma
No one expects requests,
only hope or longing,
but tomorrow it will all have passed.