In the Salamander's kingdom
there are rumors about a certain nightingale
that devours the seed of man.
All by herself,
she is consumed by passion.
Vertical, voluptuous smile
that gives itself over to pleasure and pain.
And, in the foam, she exceeds her strength;
she receives the spear
of her supreme lord.
Ah, what could this be?
What could this be?
What could this voice be?
Ah, what could this be?
What could it be? What could this voice be?
Who will charm her?
And who will yield to her?
Between the beauty and the beast,
there is no superiority.
Her scent attracts science,
And her flesh attracts the predator.
In the Salamander's kingdom,
there are rumors about a certain nightingale
fallen in a man's cage;
and how he burns!
And he's a love vampire.
Ah, what could this be, what could this be?
What could this voice be?
Ah, what could this be, what could this be?
What could it be? What could this voice be?
And he's a love vampire
Ah, what could this be, what could this be?
What could this voice be?
Ah, what could this be, what could this be?
What could it be? What could this voice be?
Who will charm her?
And who will yield to her?
Between the beauty and the beast,
there is no superiority.
Her scent attracts science,
And her flesh attracts the predator.
Ah, that voice
Ah, that voice
Ah, what could it be?
What could it be?
What could this voice be?
Ah, what could it be?
What could it be? What could this voice be?